Divided Hearts

by Balticbard

chapter 9; Gathering the Scattered Remnants

It was Monday morning at Kennedy High. It was going to be a strange, terrible, yet wonderful day, depending on who you were. There were strange rumors running around the school, making everyone gossip intensely;

Harrison was a selfish, insensitive lover.

Brooke had just dumped her football player boyfriend, Josh.

Brooke had just turned into a lesbian butchdyke.....and Sam was now her femme.

Nicole Julian, and Brooke were going to have a superiority fight over who was tops at Kennedy.

Carmen, the school's fatgirl, had topped the scales at 400 pounds, and was going to pose as a model for a top, woman's obese fashion magazine.

Lily Esposito was being pursued, and wooed by George, the school's only black football player.

Mary Cherry was taking English lessons to get rid of her odd, confusing accent.

Kenndy High's principal, Claus Krupps had been revealed as a cross dressing transexual.

Biology teacher Glass had been secretly taking ballet lessons, and wore a tutu under her clothes.

It was just one more, ordinary day at Kennedy High, where rumors made you or broke you.

Life had truly begun for Brooke McQueen, and she wasn't going to let go of her happiness in any way. Brooke was anxious about the day before her, because she was going to tie up a lot of loose threads. The first thread that she had to pull out of her life, was her unnecessary relationship with a nice, noble hearted Josh, which had been more of a facade, a front to maintain her popular status at Kennedy.

Brooke was a bit nervous, but firm in her intentions, as she met Josh, tall, handsome, blond, sweaty, still in his football gear, as he came in from football practice. Josh saw Brooke waiting for him in front of the boy's locker room, and instantly went up to her, as his angry heart beat quickly.

"Is it true.....what everyone is saying? That you don't want me anymore, Brooke?"

"I should have spoken to you before, Josh.....I'm sorry," the gorgeous blond said, as she looked down at her feet.

"You broke up with me in gossip mode.....Brooke.....I thought we had something special.....now I'm hearing that I was just some kind of front for you......that you were always gay!"

"You were never a front for anything.....I really did love you, Josh.....it just wasn't romantic love.....it was more brother or friend love......I'm sorry for what I did to you!"

"Sorry......" Josh was laughing, more of a bitter laugh, "sorry doesn't make up for my broken heart, Butch McQueen!"

Brooke's hand came up, and was about to slap the young man's face that was now redder than tomatoe red, as blood clotted his cheeks, as tears began to rain down from his blue eyes. Instead, Brooke extended her hand to lightly caress his face, but she was stopped by his strong fingers around her wrist, "everyone is saying you wear the pants.....that you boss Samantha McPherson around in bed!"

"I didn't think you even had balls, Josh," Brooke said with venom in her voice, "I always thought you were way too bland to be a man......so I guess I had to make myself into one to make up for what you lacked.....because the one time I had sex with you I felt nothing....."

"You're nothing but a worthless bitch....McQueen! McPherson deserves better.....a real man!"

"Sam is quite happy with the one she already has, Josh!" Brooke replied, as an insinuating smile spread across her full, pink lips.

"You really are a......"

"Yes.....Josh.....I guess I am.....and I can thank you for making me realize it just now. I'm a man inside.....wearing dresses, make up, long hair, and high heels on the outside. I'll always be a woman on the outside.....but a man inside, who just happens to be deeply in love with Samantha McPherson."

Upon saying those words, a proud, flushing Brooke McQueen turned, and began to walk away. Brooke had gone a few steps, but Josh's voice temporarily stopped her, "you got a nice ass for a guy, McQueen!"

"Thanks, Josh," Brooke said with a smile.

"Good luck with Sam, Brooke," Josh said, as he turned, and walked into the boys locker room along with the rest of the football players coming off the field after practice.

Brooke walked away, shaking her head, and smiling, "Josh has a good heart.....he'll find some bland girl to match up with someday," but Josh's words did follow her, as it made her understand more about herself, about her once hidden nature, just now coming slowly to the surface, "now I understand why I always felt sort of out of place around Nic, and the other girls when they were talking about make-up, and fashion tips, and fashion designers. I think I always envied Josh for his muscles.....I didn't want to have Josh on top of me......I wanted to be inside his body......" Brooke was feeling elated at her new discovery, the thought of it making her feel comfortable inside for the first time in her life, "I'm a man without a penis.....I'm a guy.....but I'm not going to give up my high heels, or my Gucci or Donna Karen outfits....."

"So.....Brookie......is it my turn to get dumped now?"

Brooke turned at the sound of Nicole Julian's voice coming from behind her, "hi Nic." It seemed quite convenient to Brooke to find Nicole waiting there on the open field. Yes, the tall blond was going to be rid of the shorter blond, who waited patiently, tapping her foot on the grass, clad in her cheerleader outfit, and holding her pom-poms, "yeah....I guess so, Nic."

"Hhhhmmmppphhhh," Nicole was extremely angry, "I thought that I was special to you.....your only chic."

"You were my only chic......Nicole......but I was never in love with you. Or did you forget that what we had was only an ocassional, physical thing? There was never anything more."

"Yeah....I know.....but we had so much fun.....I thought that maybe in time we would......."

"You thought we would fall in love, Nic? I thought you said that you would never fall in love, because you didn't have a heart."

The infamous Nicole Julian was on the verge of tears, for she really did have a heart, and it had fallen in love with Brooke, "I guess I lied to myself, McQueen....I sort of fell for you."

"Oh....Nic....I'm sorry......but I love Sam.....I think that I always have."

"I hope she's worth it, Brooke."

"She is.....most definitely."

"The girl does have a fab body......Spam is drop-dead."

"Hey! Julian.....that's my woman now."

Nicole smiled, "so you finally came out....but what do I get in return for being dumped, McQueen? What price are you willing to pay for being gay now?"

"I just want to keep being a cheerleader, Nic. You can rule Kennedy High, and be its prom queen."

As always, greed over ruled any emotion in Nicole Julian's heart, as her eyes shone with happiness, as she smiled triumphantly, "me......you're giving me your throne?"

"I already have my own private throne, Nic.....in Sam's arms."

"You mean between her legs, Brooke," Nicole said with evident sarcasm.

"Nice visual, Julian.....I'll keep it with me for the rest of the day."

"I wouldn't mind trading thrones, Brookie.....that girl has gorgeous legs."

Brooke turned, and glared at Nicole with murder in her hazel eyes, "I swear, Nic.....you are so exasperating!"

Nicole Julian just smiled broadly, and then turned around, and walked away, "I'm satisfied with the arrangement, McQueen. You have McPherson, and I have Kennedy High."

Brooke just shook her head, and turned away towards the bleachers that were only a small distance away. Brooke had left Sam sitting on the bleachers, telling the girl to wait there for her, while she cleared things up with Josh, and Nicole. Now, as Brooke headed towards the bleachers, and back to Sam, she saw something that froze her heart with intense fear; sitting next to Sam on the bleachers, was Lily Esposito, "oh no!" Brooke was consumed with fear, because she knew that the two girls were in love, "Lily will take Sam away from me.....no.....I am not letting go of Sam....no....no!" With all of her might, all of the strength in her young legs, Brooke rushed towards the bleachers, to Sam.

Meanwhile, sitting in the middle seats of the bleachers, Samantha, and Lily sat side, by side, talking almost in whispers. Sam was distraught, and Lily was simply crying.

"It just isn't fair, Sam," Lily said amid her thick, salty tears, "I'm in love with you.....and I know you're in love with me too."

"Lily......I just can't."

"Say it then, Samantha McPherson......" Lily said angrily, defiantly, "tell me that you don't love me."

"I can't do that," now Sam was also crying.

"Tell me, Sam......just say it so that I can hear it.....so that this pain in my heart doesn't kill me.....please say it," Lily pleaded.

"I'm in love with you, Lily Esposito.....I always will be.....you're inside my heart.....there you will always be mine."

"Oh.....Sammy......why can't we be together?"

"I'm with Brooke......I just can't be with anyone else......we're a couple now."

"That doesn't make any sense, Sammy......you're in love with me......why are you with her instead?"

"I don't think I'll ever be able to explain it in words, Lily.......its like......I belong to Brooke.....I love her.....not like I love you......I'll never be in love with anyone but you......but.....Brooke is my destiny......I can't put it any other way."

"She's a man.....Sammy......she's not like us.......I mean.....outwardly she looks like a beautiful girl......but inside....."

"I know that, Lily."

"How could you......know?"

"In the way Brooke touches me......in her kisses......in the way she......took me......" Sam was blushing a deep shade of crimson, as her heart dipped into a deep wave of shame.

"Sammy......this isn't right.....it will never be right......we're in love.....and should be together."

"Sometimes soulmates end up having different destinies, Lily," Sam said lovingly.

"You think I'm your soulmate, Sammy?" Lily had started to cry again.

"Yes, my Lil....my love.....you are....."

"I'll carry that with me for the rest of my life, Sammy," Lily Esposito said with a smile.

"Hey....Esposito......!"

Sam, and Lily turned their heads in time to see tall, muscular, football player George walking up to the bleachers, "hey.....wanna go to the movies with me, Lily?" the huge, black jock asked, a huge smile spreading on his gentle face, his strong, white teeth showing like light against the backdrop of his obsidian skin, "c'mon.....I'll buy ya plenty of popcorn!"

"Okay, George," Lily said with a smile, as her silly heart danced. George had a good heart, and he made her laugh. George wasn't Sam, and would never replace her in Lily's heart. Lily would always be in love with Samantha. But it might seem.....that tall, laughing, gentle George might be her destiny, "I'm coming right now," then she turned back to Sam, threw her arms around the girl, and kissed her fully on the lips, pouring her yearning, and her love for Samantha McPherson into that final kiss. Then, Lily released a stunned, secretly pleased Sam, "always best buds?"

"Always best buds," Sam replied with a smile.

Lily Esposito climbed down from the bleachers as George came up to her. With ease, the black giant lifted the short girl in his arms, and planted a brief kiss on her lips. Lily laughed, then hugged him. George put Lily down, as he easily towered over her. George held out his huge hand, with long, powerful fingers, and Lily put her own, tiny hand in his, and laced their fingers together. The giant, and the small damsel smiled at each other, as they began to walk away from the bleachers.

Brooke McQueen had seen Sam, and Lily talking quietly. Then, Brooke had seen Lily kiss Sam on the lips, and for one brief moment, she thought that she would die of sadness, of pain, of unrequieted love. But her heart was flooded with relief when the cheerleader saw Lily leave with George, hand in hand, "they're not going to be together.....thank God.....Sam is still mine....." Brooke walked up to the bleachers, then climbed up, and sat next to a silent, pensive Sam, "everything okay, Sammy?"

"Yeah, Brooke. I had to square things with Lily, just like you did with Josh, and Nicole."

"Are you still my Sammy?"

Samantha gave no verbal reply, instead she leaned into Brooke, and took the cheerleader's hand in her own, lacing their fingers together like a lover's vine. Sam brought Brooke's hand entangled in her own up to her full, ruby lips, and kissed each of the blond's fingers with infinite tenderness. Then, Sam leaned further into her blond lover, and kissed her full on the lips, with gentleness, with loving patience, with deep love, "yours," Sam whispered, like a velvet breeze, as her lips caressed Brooke's lips, "always."

Brooke couldn't help herself, as tears streamed from her eyes, as she took over the kiss. Brooke wrapped her free arm around Sam, and pulled her closer into her body, making the beautiful brunette sit on her lap. Brooke kissed Sam with longing, with desire, until she had to stop out of exhaustion, "you make me so happy, my Sammy."

"I guess we have to go home now, Brooke?"

"Don't you want to.....talk to Harrison, Sam?"

Sam started laughing so hard, that it was contagious, and infected Brooke, "no.....I don't want to talk to him."

"Oh," Brooke said with relief, still the thought that the young man had ACTUALLY inserted his penis inside Sam was consuming her with jealousy, "good," Brooke kissed her ravishing brunette once more, then held her tightly, "I'm so blessed because you're mine, Sammy. I love you. Let's go home, and talk to mom, and dad."

"So that's the last hurdle, Brooke."

"Yes, Sammy....it is."

chapter 10; The Spiral Becomes a Circle

"HOW COULD YOU?" Jane was beside herself, as she paced back, and forth in front of the couch where Brooke, and Sam sat, side, by side, looking solemn, and grim, "Brooke......how could you betray my trust like this? You are like a daughter to me.....how could you become involved with Sam? Sam.....I'm so disappointed in you.....the two of you are sisters!"

"We're not biological sisters, mom, " Sam replied quietly, "this isn't incest."

"Homosexuality still isn't right!" Jane shouted at Sam, who in fear moved closer to Brooke, who quickly leaned towards her protectively, "you, and Brooke live under the same roof! Mike, and I are married! Mike wants to adopt you, Sam, because he is so damn proud of you. You, and Brooke are sisters!"

"Jane.....please calm down," Mike exclaimed, when he saw how his wife seemed to lunge at Sam threateningly, "shouting won't solve anything."

"Oh? And what will solve something? Letting them stay together? We just can't let this go on!" Jane shouted, her face flushed red with rage, the veins in her neck were protruding dangerously, throbbing quickly.

"Its done, and its final," Brooke said with a chilling finality.

"No!" Jane shouted once more, this time at her beautiful step-daughter.

Brooke's reply came in actions, not words, as she moved closer to Sam on the couch, and threw her arm prossessively around her shoulders drawing her brunette into her. Brooke's gesture was both defiant, and possessive, and it irritated the hell out of Jane.

"Jane.....I would like to speak to you in private," Mike state firmly, "in the kitchen."

"Alright!" Jane exclaimed, as she followed Mike into the kitchen, leaving the two girls alone in the living room.

Sam was frightened, because she had never seen her mother so angry before. Sam felt desperation, and panic coursing through her at the thought of being seperated from Brooke. Where once Samantha felt only hatred, and resentment towards Brooke, now the girl felt a deepening devotion for her blond lover that was quickly engulfing her young heart, "Brooke?"

"Yes, Sammy?" Brooke tightened her hold on her beautiful, trembling lover, "what is it?"

"What will we do if they don't let us be together?" Sam asked, as she buried her face in Brooke's shoulder.

"It doesn't matter what they do, Sammy," Brooke whispered, a she tangled her slender fingers in Sam's thick, brown hair, "I won't let anyone separate us!"

"Its not that simple, Brooke," Sam replied quietly, "they're our parents....they have the resources.....and the law on their side."

"We'll run away, Sammy.....so far away that they won't reach us."

"I'm smelling fairy taleitis," Sam exclaimed, a hint of irony, mingled with sarcasm tainting her voice.

"Oh yes, miss witty, and sarcastic," Brooke said with a smile, as Sam swatted her on the knee, "I mean it, Sam.....we'll run away."

Sam, always the ever depressed pessimist, started shooting out questions, and counting them off her fingers; "first....where will we go? Second.....how will we get there? Third.....where do we get the money?"

"First," Brooke started to say, "we go to New York. Second....we get there by train. Third....my mom left me a hefty trust fund that my dad can't touch.....so we have everything we need."

Sam had started shaking her head, "no.....Brooke....I can't let you do that......that's your....."

"Don't be proud, stubborn, and stoic on me, Samantha McPherson......if everything you have is mine......then everything that I have is yours. You, and I are partners for life!"

For the first time in what seemed an eternity, Samantha McPherson genuinely smiled, and that one, gentle smile lit her beautiful countenance, making the sadness that once shadowed it, tear away in ripples on the surface of a turbid river, "it still seems hard to concieve that you will love me for such a long time."

"Why not, Sammy?" Brooke asked gently, "why can't you believe that I'll still feel the same about you in thirty years?"

"We're seventeen, Brooke.....we're teenagers."

"I'm old inside, Sammy......." Brooke had captured Samantha in the circle of her arms, "I'm old enough, grown up enough to know that you are my lifetime dream, and I'm never going to let anyone take you away from me."

Samantha McPherson smiled once more, her face of great beauty now lit with a glow of deep love, of adoration, as she gazed into Brooke's eyes, "I believe you now, Brooke."

Meanwhile, in the kitchen, a tense drama unfolded, as Mike McQueen watched his angry wife, Jane, pacing nervously from side to side.

"Well......either one corrupted the other......or both were always that way!" Jane said curtly.

Mike patiently waited for Jane to finish speaking, "Jane.....do you love me?"

Aghast, the attractive brunette stopped pacing to stare intently at her husband, "what kind of question is that? Of course I love you, Mike."

"No matter what,? With all of my faults?"

"I took vows with you, Mike. I don't intend to break them."

"Jane.....are you homophobic?"

Jane looked at Mike, and was struck by the strangely intense look in his eyes, "I won't lie to you, Mike.......but my personal beliefs are against homosexuality."

"Then I won't lie to you either, Jane. I don't know where Sam gets her homosexual tendencies from, but I do know where my daughter, Brooke gets hers from."

"What do you mean, Mike?"

"Brooke takes after me, Jane."

For a moment, Jane lost all coherent thought, as Mike's revelation hit her brain at full speed, head on, overwhelming her like an avalanche, "you're gay?"

Mike McQueen wanted to start laughing at the blank look on his wife's face, at the unexpected squeaks in her voice as she spoke. But Mike kept his face still, for this was no time for merriment. He knew full well, that his wife would not take his laughter lightly, and might become even more upset than she already was, thinking that he was mocking her, "more accurately put, Jane.....I'm bisexual. At different points in my life, I have been alternately straight, or gay.....depending on my mood. I was gay in college, until I met Brooke's mother. I finally decided to stay heterosexual, and monogamous when my Brooke was born....mainly because of the Aids scare.

"No wonder you've been so calm about this entire affair," Jane said curtly, "you approve of this situation. So.....Brooke is bisexual."

"Not really, Jane. I'm absolutely sure that Brooke is a full-fledged lesbian.....a dominant one, and that Sam is her passive lover."

"Butch-femme?" Jane asked abruptly

Mike couldn't help himself anymore, and he began to laugh at his wife's apparent ignorance regarding homosexuals, "there is no such thing, Jane. All relationships are based on the same dynamics, whether straight or gay; one partner is dominant, and the other is passive."

Jane was suddenly pensive, "you told me a short time ago that Sam belonged to Brooke."

"Yes, I did, Jane," Mike said calmly, "Sam belongs to Brooke......it was always meant to be that way."

"I'm going to stop this," Jane replied firmly, "even if I have to turn Sam over to the authorities."

"No! Jane......don't do that!"

Unbeknownst to either parent, Brooke had snuck up to the kitchen door, and had opened it to listen to her father, and step-mother arguing. Brooke had heard Jane's last comment, and its finality terrified her; Sam would be taken away. Brooke acted swiftly, blindly, as she turned away from the kitchen door, seized her purse, then took Sam by the hand, "we have to go.....quick......Sammy," Desperation filled her heart, as Brooke imagined a life without her Sam, and suddenly death seemed very welcome.

"What is it, Brooke, where are we going?"

"Your mom wants to take you away, Sammy," Brooke was crying, but filled with resolve, "we have to hurry."

Samantha said nothing more, but quietly followed her blond lover, as they slipped out of the door of what was once their home, and out into the newly fallen night to lose themselves like furtive shadows.

chapter 11; Into Night's Arms We Flee

Brooke had one single thought in mind; escape. The beautiful blond led her brunette lover to her car. Samantha got in on the passenger side, and Brooke got behind the wheel. The cheerleader turned on the engine, and quietly drove away from their home.

"Where are we going, Brooke?"

"To the train station right away," Brooke replied, not looking at Sam as she spoke, but concentrating on the road ahead of her, "just what I told you......we're heading for New York tonight. If those two keep arguing, we might make some time."

"Oh I won't ask about money," Sam said wearily.

"Credit card, or ATM?" Brooke asked with a smile, "which do you prefer?"

"Oh.....whatever."

Brooke drove slowly down the neighborhood street, and then slammed her foot on the accelerator when she hit the highway. Brooke opened the engine up, as she pushed her car way beyond the speed limit, and changed lanes whenever possible, weaving dangerously through traffic, thus raising Sam's fear to an all-time high.

"Brooke....slow down some, please."

"Can't, Sammy.......we have to get to the train station fast."

"Don't you want to get there alive, Brooke.....this speeding is dangerous."

"Sammy......" Brooke was crying, "Jane promised to take you away from me......and I love you so much......I can't......I....."

"I know, Brooke.....I know," Sam replied softly.

"Sammy.......I would rather......have both of us dead......" Brooke was crying even harder now, "than to be separated from you........"

Samantha contemplated such a possibility, and the thought of such a thing frightened her. No. Sam couldn't envision her life without her Brooke, "me too, Brooke......me too."

Samantha's words gave Brooke McQueen the sudden courage that she needed to do whatever was necessary.....even if in the end all that she did was useless, and against her keeping Sam.....the blond had determined in that very second that nothing, and no one would take her brunette from her....even if it meant death for both of them.

Both girls finally arrived at the local train station. Brooke parked her car far away, which shocked Sam, "Brooke......your car will be stolen if you leave it here.....with the keys still in the ignition."

"That's just it, Sammy......that the car get stolen.....I don't need it anymore......and it won't be used to track us right away......so hopefully it will get stolen tonight."

The girls entered the train station, and Brooke went up to one of the booths, and purchased two tickets to Florida with her credit card. Once more, Sam questioned her lover, "to Florida?"

"Well," the ex-cheerleader replied with a smile, "now its your turn, Sammy. Go to the next booth, and exchange the tickets for two to New York. No credit card used there, and well my credit card says Florida.....but we say New York."

"?"

"Left you speechless, huh, Sammy? You never thought that a blond could be so smart?"

"Actually I've always adored blonds," Sam deadpanned, as she smiled, "usually the ones with hairy chests though....."

"Samantha McPherson.....don't you dare tell me that you prefer men!" Brooke glared mockingly, "because you are going to have a very big problem getting rid of me.......so, you'd better start........"

"Oh.....but I do love the blond that I have now," Samantha replied with a sultry, soft smile that made Brooke's insides melt, and a small puddle to form between her thighs that ran slowly into her already soaked panties, "men can be so dull......" Sam's voice was low, velvety, husky, and it made Brooke weak, "I really do prefer women......especially a tall, blond, beautiful cheerleader with fantastic breasts," Samantha's smile broadened, and her full lips seemed to glimmer amid their mostness, "really....."

"Ggg....." Brooke was speechless for a moment, as she watched new facets of Sam evolving before her very eyes, and now the blond was reminded of why she had always, secretly adored brunettes, finding them absolutely fascinating, ravishing, even long before she had ever loved her Sammy, "gggooo.....exchange the tickets......before I jump you, and get us both arrested."

"Promises, promises," Samantha said quietly, with an evil smile, as she turned, and went to the booth farthest from the one that Brooke had used.

Brooke watched in awe, as Sam moved now, with a new, feline grace that she had never noticed before. Brooke had known for some time about her questionable sexuality, for as a cheerleader she was supposed to be straight. But, the lanky teen knew that she loved women, hence her secret, rare encounters with her blond friend, Nicole. Yet, Brooke's body ached for brunettes, for they were so much more beautiful, and mysterious than blonds; so feline, so inviting, so teasing. Brooke had finally centered all of her attentions, repressed, in denial, or whatever form it could be changed to, totally on the most beautiful, exquisite creature that she had ever seen; the brunette of her dreams, the one that she had finally managed to conquer; her Sammy, "oh....I am so sunk into love......and I am falling deeper now......I never knew that my Sammy could be......so.......sexy.........oh.....gods.....I have to be alone with her soon......or I'll explode."

Samantha exchanged the tickets to Florida for two one-way tickets to New York, then headed back to Brooke, "I got us a train that leaves in ten minutes......good?"

Brooke said nothing, as she took Sam by the hand, and went out of the train station, looking for their particular train. Before they boarded their train, Brooke discreetly went to an ATM, making sure that she wasn't being watched, and took $1000 dollars out of her bank account. Brooke hid the money inside her shirt, then went through her purse, taking her credit card, drivers license, and ATM card, then dumped her purse into a trash bin, and then boarded the train with Sam.

Brooke, and Sam hurried down the corridors of the train, and found an empty, dark booth which they entered. Sam locked the door to the booth, after Brooke had showed their tickets to the porter, and they had entered inside. Brooke made sure the door was securely locked, and the lights were off. Now, inside, the two girls were finally, truly alone for the very first time since they had decided to become lovers.

"This is dangerous, Brooke.....all of that money you're carrying around.....what will you do?"

"We split it up.....you carry $250 in each of your shoes, and I do the same, Sam......and we just use what we need to get food.....the porter just cashed a hundred for me.....that should be enough to tide us over til we reach New York."

"You are so devious, Brookie......I'm truly in awe of you."

"We have to look like humble, penniless teens.....homeless.....get it, Sammy?"

"Oh.....I do......indeed," Sam's voice had once again become sultry, inviting......even teasing in its low, husky depths, "its quite dark in here, McQueen."

"Ohmygod....." Brooke muttered quickly, as she suddenly orgasmed, as a new flood of cum issued from her throbbing vagina, and her musky scent filled the small booth. Both girls were sitting on the floor, and the booth itself had two, bench like, cushioned seats on each side, facing each other. Brooke reached up to the wall, and pressed a button, that made a small light come on, dim, yet bright enough for her to see, and be seen by her alluring, gorgeous lover. Brooke was suddenly ashamed of her body's reaction, and how her secret smell had surrounded her, thinking that perhaps her ravishing brunette might be repulsed by her, "Sammy......I'm so sorry.....I'm....I...."

"I love the way you smell, Brookie," Sam said, her words spilling slowly from her full, sexy lips like cream onto silken skin.

Brooke swallowed hard, and it seemed that her throat was dry, and that she was swallowing boulders. Who was the neophyte here, Brooke wondered, as she felt as if it was her very first time with a lover. But truly, the lanky blond had never been in love before, so that tonight she would literally be making love for the very first time, "S....sssss....Sammy....." Brooke parted her legs wide, and stretched out her arms, "please......baby.......come here."

Samantha approached slowly, seeming to a trembling blond Brooke like a graceful, dark, predatory cat with glowing, dark eyes. The quivering cheerleader began to undo the buttons on her shirt, then opening it, she fussed for a few minutes, as she undid her brassiere, then conveniently stripping it off without taking off her shirt, the blond tossed it aside. Brooke felt the throbbing in her vagina deepen, and a knot of pleasure rise in her throat, as she displayed her firm, small breasts to her lover's eyes.

The look of wonder, and surprise in Sam's eyes as she gazed at her lover's breasts, erased the feline mask that she had worn, thus returning to her beautiful countenance a look of utter innocence that made the girl look like a teenager once more. Brooke felt her heartbeat quicken at the way Sam gazed intently at her breasts, "are they too small?" the blond thought, "will she like them?" Brooke suddenly felt her insecurities about her body shoot to maximum heights, "Sammy.....do you.....like looking at me?"

"Yes. I do, Brooke."

"Are you afraid of me, Sammy?"

"No, Brooke. I'm not scared of you. I'm just scared about all of this......and I miss mom, and Mike."

"Me too, Sammy......Sam....." Brooke was deeply ashamed of her next question, but the urgings of her aroused body drove her to ask, "did your mom......breastfeed you when you were small?"

"My mom breastfed me for a long time," Sam replied with a huge smile, "till she ran dry, and then.....well she sorta kept letting me suck on her breasts until I was almost five......I think she liked the feeling.....and......" Sam's dark eyes shot open suddenly, as realization hit her, and she understood what her lover wanted, "Brooke.....do you.....?

"Oh.....please......Sammy," Brooke's voice was filled with need, as she gently pulled her brunette into her arms, "please........I need you to touch me......to suck my breasts....."

"Oh," Sam said softly, as Brooke craddled her, and kissed her in a mad, desperate frenzy. So Sam slowly shifted, leaning down, and began to caress her lover's bare breasts with tender strokes from her long, pale fingers.

Brooke was in deep, exquisite, painful agony, as the hands she had so fantasized about, yearned to feel on her own skin, had been so enraged, and jealous about because they had stroked Harrison's penis, or Lily's secret core, now touched her very sensitive mounds, "Sammy......" now the blond watched in deep lust as her brunette leaned further in, and finally started to suck on her left breast, at the same time stroking her right breast, "oh....my God.....I can't believe....."

Brooke's breasts were small, but very full, round, with large, deep pink aureolas which delighted Sam, as she suckled on them, fascinated at their infinite softness, their plush fullness inside her lips. Sam gently sucked each tip now, licking the breast, at times gently biting, deeply delighted by the pliant mounds, kneading them gently, but never at all causing her blond lover pain, only the most excruciating pleasure imaginable.

Brooke had started crying, and now in desperation, she gently stopped her gentle lover's ministrations, as she quickly, rather roughly pulled Sam's dark-blue t-shirt up. Brooke was greatly pleased to find that her lover's firm, ample breasts were bear under the fabric that once hid them, as she pushed Sam onto one of the seats in the booth, then lay on top of her, moaning in deepest pleasure, at the sensation of the girl's bare skin under her own, at the fullness of Sam's breasts melting into her own, till both sets of spheres seemed to have touched, then kissed, then joined in warm harmony, "I can't make love to you in here.....Sammy......but we're getting a room when we reach New York."

"Brooke......" Samantha's voice was just a breath above a whisper, so velvet, and delicate, that it sent thrills through an already deeply aroused blond.

"Yes.....Sammy......I want my first time completely naked with you.....to be......somewhere much more comfortable."

Samantha McPherson had the grace to blush deeply, and smile softly, so that Brooke was so utterly charmed with her, that began to kiss her gently, "I love you so much, my Sammy....."

The train sped on its way, through the hours of the night, holding within many lives that journeyed to many destinies, especially a sacred bundle, the souls of two, young girls, now sewn into one.

Still, desire clung greedily to Brooke McQueen, as she now covered her beautiful brunette's form with her own, stretching out her long, lanky frame over Sam's voluptuous one, and in her deep need, began to firmly grind into the girl's warmth, seeking gratification even throught the heavy fabric of her jeans, "oh......Sammy......I......need....." and in her deep, frenzied lust, she dragged her beautiful brunette along on a turbid wave of sexual need, as the girl moved with her. The two lovers moved into each other's agitated bodies, reaching through the fabric that hid their bodies to connect in pleasure. The two, adolescent girls finally exploded in their frenzied dance into a wave of pleasure that joined them into one entity for a single instant.

Even as Brooke slipped off her tower to heaven, tears filled her eyes, and she began to cry in Sam's arms, recalling that another, not her, owned her beautiful brunette's heart, and soul, "I am so in love with you, Sammy......but you're in love with someone else....."

Back at the starting point, the parents still argued; "Jane.....how can you be so callous as to just tear those two girls apart?" Mike was deeply shocked at his wife's hardness of heart.

"We have been repeating this for the last half hour, Mike.....I don't blame you in any way......I mainly blame Brooke......and partially Samantha, whom I suspect is a very eager participant.....but I am going to stop this."

"Does it matter so much, Jane? Really, does it matter.....is it because of society.....what it will do to them, or to you, to us? I don't care if Brooke is a lesbian.....she's still my little girl whom I love deeply.....and I really do want her to be with Sam.....because I know that she is a gentle soul who will take care of my daughter's heart."

"Its the way I was raised, Mike......"

"Times have changed, Jane......thinking has changed......homosexuality isn't the great, evil perversion of the medievil age......its just about people who prefer the same gender, as opposed to people who prefer the opposite."

"Its so wrong....."

"Jane......we could lose the both of them if you keep up with this idea......do you want that? Do you want Sammy to hate you?"

"No.....I...."

"Please......Jane.....wake up......is it really such a tragedy that your little girl end up in my Brooke's arms? Is it really so awful.....so evil......so deeply repulsive? Do you hate Brooke so much? For goodness sakes, Jane......Brooke is yours, just as Sam is mine."

Jane McPherson had silently begun to cry, "I don't know, Mike......I just react.....this is the way I was brought up......."

"Jane.....please....." Mike took his now distraught wife in his arms, "please......are you going to let an old fashioned, faulty idea of life tear us apart? Are you going to let an out of place mentality destroy us, making us all resent each other? Please......Jane......don't be so hard......you love me don't you?"

"Yes, I do, Mike......deeply."

"You surely love Brooke a little? I know that she loves you......you are the mother she never had."

"I guess.....yes, Mike.....I do love Brooke too."

"Then please.....try a little.....day by day......let the girls be happy......try to accept that.....at least they'll be with us.....and each other......not with strangers, not in the cruel world.......can you accept that?"

"Yes," a tearful Jane replied, her once stone resolve now all but vanished, turned to dust by her loving husband, "yes......I won't keep Sam from Brooke."

In his joy, Mike kissed, and hugged his wife tightly, as he rushed to the living room to tell the two teenagers that they could be together for good.

"Oh no!" Mike cried suddenly, frightening Jane who ran into the living room after him.

"What is it, Mike?"

"The girls are gone!" Mike exclaimed.

"How long?" Jane was terrified.

"They must have heard us.....they must have heard you saying that you would separate them, Jane!"

"Oh.....God.....NO!"

"We have to find them, Jane.....but how long ago did they leave?"

"What do we do now, Mike?"

"Oh.....Jane.....we start praying.....that's where we start."

chapter 12; Finding The Lost Souls

"Mike.....what will we do?"

"The first thing is the most obvious, Jane......call the police quickly, and inform them, then we go down to the police station, and give them pictures of Sam, and Brooke."

"But the police won't act on a missing persons case until at least the third day, Mike!" Jane was so desperate, that she saw no sense in her husband's reasoning.

"It is the first, most important thing we have to do, Jane.....at least its a start....in the meantime we search for them ourselves."

"How, and where?"

"Just call the cops, Jane."

"Where are you going, Mike?"

"Upstairs to search Sam's, and Brooke's rooms......to find their diaries......those little books keep our daughters's secrets, how they think, what they feel.....there should be a clue there as to where the girls would go."

Jane was utterly speechless as she picked up the phone, started to dial the number for the police, and watched her handsome husband, Mike McQueen climb the stairs.

Mike looked at the two doors before him; the door to Brooke's room, then the door to Sam's room. Mike inwardly debated which door he should open first, which room he should search first. Mike tried to approach the affair using common sense; Brooke was dominant one in her relationship with Sam, who was the submissive one. But then, his heart whispered that Brooke was so deeply in love with Sam, that she would gladly let herself be led along by the brunette girl. Now, Mike was truly confused as to what to do. Finally, throwing caution to the wind, Mike opened the door nearest to his hand; the door to Sam's room.

Jane had just gotten off the phone after speaking to a police officer, and reporting Brooke, and Sam's disappearance. Jane climbed the stairs quickly, then she rushed down the hall, and as she entered Sam's room, she was shocked to see Mike searching it, "Mike? What the hell are you doing?"

"Quick, Jane!" Hurry......go look through Brooke's room!"

"I can't, Mike. I feel so dirty.....like a thief!"

"Do you want our girls back, Jane?"

"Yes.....but still....."

"This is an emergency, Jane. We have no other choice."

"I understand....."

"Look, Jane.....somewhere along the way, we forgot that we are the ones in charge in this house.....the adults! We have rights over those girls!"

"So now I'm half right in my outdated ideas....huh....Mike?"

"Yeah! Half! When it comes to the girls, and their lives, Jane.....I want them back soon.....and I'll do whatever is necessary to get my daughters back. Is that understood?"

For once, Jane smiled, and nodded silently, and plunged herself into Brooke's room, starting a thorough search of her own.

Ten minutes later, both Mike, and Jane sat on Sam's now rumpled bed. Mike had Brooke's diary in his hands, while Jane held Sam's diary.

"Ready?" Mike asked his rather nervous wife.

"Yes," Jane replied, as she swallowed, her throat dry, her heart thumping heavily within her bosom.

Two parents now embarked on an incredible journey into the secret, forbidden minds of their runaway, teenage daughters.

Meanwhile, far away, and at an ever increasing distance, on a speeding train, two, lost souls sought solace in each other. In a quiet, dimly lit booth, Brooke, and Sam clung to each other in velvet silence. No words were necessary, for thoughts, and feelings were conveyed through the soft, silken touch of moist lips upon moist, trembling lips, of pale hands upon smooth skin.

Brooke sighed contentedly, as she lay sprawled on her back across the left, plush, sofa like bench of the booth that she, and Sam occuppied. In Brooke's slender, yet strong arms lay the source of all her hopes, and dreams; her stunning brunette, Samantha McPherson.

Brooke McQueen felt like she was literally melting, then slowly flowing away like a small wave, as she gasped, looking up at the ceiling of the booth, then she orgasmd for what seemed like the umpteenth time that night, and all simply because of Sam's touch, "oh.....Sammy....." Now, her heavy, musky scent literally dominated the small booth. Samantha was lying on top of the lanky cheerleader, gently, slowly kissing, and caressing her. Sam's kisses were like molten lead falling, then spreading out evenly on ice, for Brooke at first felt cold, then burned where her brunette's lips touched her, then cold when the girl's lips moved on. Samantha was silent, as she kissed Brooke's pale cheek, then her soft lips moved to the blond's jawline, then down to her slender neck, "I.....m.....going to die," Brooke muttered to herself when she felt Sam's delicate hand stroking her breasts, "oh.....this must be heaven."

"I love your scent, Brooke," Samantha whispered huskily, as she kissed the beautiful blond slowly, driving the cheerleader beyond distraction, beyond desperation for her, "I love your body......."

"E.....even if.....I was.....fat.....Sammy?" gaining weight had always been one of Brooke McQueen's greatest fears.

Samantha's long, silky, thick mane fell about her shoulders like a spreading fan, then down onto Brooke's face, as the blond inhaled the scent of strawberry shampoo. The long, dark locks of the beautiful brunette became a setting shadow that hid, and sealed Brooke in their secret confines, as she sighed, and moaned in Sam's gentle arms.

"You. Don't. Get. It. Brooke....." Samantha said slowly, firmly, with a resolve that surprised the blond, and frightened her a bit, "I love your body.....I don't really care how much you weigh.....or.....how good or bad you look.....your smell.....your skin.....you drive me crazy."

For one brief moment, Brooke though that she was in the arms of a complete stranger, for this was not the Sam she had always known. No.....this was another layer of the myriad of faces that the girl, Samantha hid within the recesses of her mind, and who now unfolded slowly for the cheerleader, Brooke. Now, Brooke felt a knot in her throat, and an excitement that invaded her body, as she began to realize that Sam really, truly DESIRED her, in a way that no one ever had before, or ever would again, "you really do want me.....Sammy.....no matter what....you really do want me....." the concept was genuine, and still quite hard to accept for Brooke, who had always tried to be what everyone else wanted, and never what she wanted. This was a new, strange sensation for Brooke, who felt a sudden surge, a deep power, and pleasure in that she could be anything she wanted to be, and Sam would still desire her.

"You can be as beautiful.....or as ugly as you want, Brooke......I just want you," Sam said slowly, amid the shadows of her kisses, and her long locks that at times obscured her beautiful face.

Brooke gasped, loud, hard this time, as she felt Sam raise herself a bit, then her agile fingers undo her blond lover's pants, and pull down her zipper. Brooke nearly fainted, as Sam pulled the cheerleader's pants almost down to her ankles, then her small hand, with slender fingers snaked between the blond's thighs, caressing her blond's pubic hair, "just the way I like it," the brunette whispered thickly, lustfully into the quivering blond's ear, "thick.....heavy.....wet.....you shave it, Brookie?"

"Uh.....some.....times.....Sammy.....hhhmmmmmm," Brooke's reply was very weak indeed, as she continued to feel her dark lover's gentle, teasing caress, "Sammy......pl....ea.....se....."

"Don't."

"Huh? What, Sammy?"

"Don't ever.....shave it.....Brooke......I mean it......."

"But.....I.....Sammy......I.....m.....so hairy if I......don't shave....."

"Don't ever shave again, Brooke......ever.....any part of your body," Sam said with a deep finality.

"Never again? Not my.....legs.....or underarms......but.....Samm....y......I....."

"I want you like that....." Sam was so carnal, so primal at that moment, that she seemed to be a thousand years old, and not seventeen, "you......the real you......."

Sam's raw desire was driving Brooke over the edge, "oh......my.....Sammy....." tears ran down Brooke's pale cheeks, as she felt Sam pulling her jeans off completely. Brooke lifted herself, holding herself on her elbows, as she watched Sam moving lower, down between the cheerleader's long, lean, spreadeagled legs. Brooke could only whimper, as she turned, then sat on the bench, and Sam knelt before her. Samantha inhaled Brooke's musk, then dipped into her, eagerly running her agile tongue across her blond lover's now swollen vaginal lips. The sight of Brooke's secret flower excited the girl, and roused her inner beast, as she gently nipped the blond's vaginal lips, as she slowly, teasingly licked the wet, inner folds, and sucked on the hardened nub that the cheerleader's clit had become. Brooke whimpered once more, and actually cried in ecstacy, as the brunette licked her pussy, making her tongue move in circles, stimulating the vaginal flesh. Sam attacked Brooke's inner core aggressively until she drove her blond lover into a sudden orgasm, "ooooohhhhhhh SSSSSaaaaaaaammmmmmmmm."

The world seemed to spin out of control for Brooke McQueen, as she fell back onto the plush bench, and then lay on her back. As Brooke recovered, she watched a feline Sam move back up her body, slowly, then settle onto her. Brooke was giddy, as she watched Sam become a little girl once more, as she gently lay down on top of her cheerleader, and then began to tenderly, delicately suckle on the blond's left breast, "oh.....Sammy......I love you so much.....that was wonderful," but her ravishing brunette did not reply, and only continued sucking on Brooke's breast, until she quietly fell asleep. Brooke smiled, contented, as she tangled her trembling fingers in her lover's thick mane, and held the girl close, "I'll do whateve you want, my Sammy.....I'll be anything you want.....but I am never.....NEVER letting you go." Then, a tired Brooke also drifted off to sleep.

Jane, and Mike were enthralled, to say the least by what they read in the leather bound diaries that held the innermost secrets of their teenage daughters.

"Um.....Mike?"

"Yeah, babe?"

"I can't stand this......literature."

"Interesting, huh, Jane?"

"I can't believe this......my Sammy was always bisexual?"

"I just found an important clue, Jane.....in an entry she wrote about one of her daydreams about Sam.....one of the more descriptive ones," Mike was smiling evily, "want me to read it to you?"

"NO!" Jane yelled, "just give me the damn clue!"

"Okay, Jane.......don't go ballistic on me.....Brooke mentions New York in her daydream."

"And it was only a daydream, Mike."

Mike sighed in exasperation, "go back in time, Jane......remember what it was like for you, when you were a teenager? How did you feel when you got into a fight with your parents? Didn't you ever want to travel, go as far away as you could?"

"I wanted to go to the end of the world!" Jane exclaimed with a sigh.

"And how far was the end of the world, Jane?"

"New York," Jane replied quietly.

Mike got up from Sam's bed, and handed Jane the cheerleader's diary, "have to get going!"

"Where are yo going, Mike?"

"Brooke mentioned trains," Mike said quickly, "I'm going down to the train station to show pictures of the girls around to see if anyone recognizes them."

"What about me, Mike......what more can I do to help? I feel responsible for all of this."

Mike bent down, and gave his pretty wife a brief hug, and a kiss on the cheek, "you're not to blame, hun......just stay here. Keep reading the diaries, and call me on the cellphone when you find a new clue. You have to take care of Mac too, you know."

"I suppose so," Jane said in a defeated tone of voice.

"I'm calling Gerard, the attorney that handles Brooke's trust fund," Mike said, as headed for the door of Sam's room, "if Brooke gets in touch with him, then he can tell her to come home, that we want her, and Sam back, even if its as a couple."

"I'm so impressed with you, Mike."

"Just think like a teenager, Jane.....THEN react like a parent.....I have to go, Jane. Brooke, and Sam are about three hours ahead of us. I have to start filling the gap," upon saying this, Mike turned, then left, leaving Sam's room.

Now, Jane was completely alone with Brooke's diary, "I will not read it. I will not read it. I will not read it," Jane chanted over, and over, even though temptation was making itself known to her, "I wonder....um.....I wonder what she says about Sam......NO....I can't.....I won't read it......I'm Sam's mother, MOTHER for God's sake.....I don't want to know what some hormonal, lustful teenager is thinking of doing to my little girl....." but finally, Jane weakened, then gave in, as she finally reached for Brooke's diary, and opened it to where Mike was reading it. Jane's dark eyes began to scan the handwritten lines that were the blond cheerleader's entries, and her eyes nearly popped out of her head at what the girl had written, "OH MY GOD!"

chapter 13: Do Not Disturb

Slumbering day waited patiently beneath its veil of sleep for night to pass, so that daylight's brief time of glory to rule the sky could begin. Already, Night's passing into memory was evident, as the first, delicate rays of dawn began to light the horizon, and the booth that carried Sam, and Brooke in it was no longer dark anymore.

Brooke stirred from her sleep, only to find that somehow, her position had shifted, so that where once Sam had been on top of her, it was now she, who lay on top of Samantha, "Sammy.....my Sammy," Brooke found, to her deep delight, that she was literally wrapped around her delicious brunette like a human pretzel, "if only......oh.....I wish." For one brief moment, Brooke imagined that she, and Sam were no longer two separate beings, but that millions of tendrils had reached out from their young bodies, to become interwoven into each other, making their skins sewn into one, that their veins had fused into a single circulatory system, pumping their now mingled blood their body, propelled by twin hearts that now beat in unison. For one brief moment, Brooke imagined that she lived inside Sam's head, that the two of them had one single voice, one single thought. For one bried instant, Brooke imagined that she was Samantha McPherson, "if only it could be, Sammy.....if I could be you....and you would be me.....if we were one......I could carry you inside of me......trapping you.....so that no one could take you away from me," thoughts of Lily Esposito, and Sam's tender affection for her, floated darkly into the cheerleader's already tumultuous mind, "I can't let that little bitch take Sammy away from me......Sammy is mine....."like stepping stones, one thought progressed into even darker, more carnal thoughts, as Brooke began to kiss her still slumbering lover, "Sam.......oh......Sammy."

Samantha McPherson woke up slowly, divinely, as her long, thick lashes fluttered, her pale lids lifted to reveal her still sleep laden, brown eyes, "Brooke?"

"We......have to get.....off the train at the next stop, Sam," Brooke whispered with difficulty.

"Why, Brooke?"

"I can't stand this anymore, Sammy......we have to get a room somewhere.......I need to make love to you."

"I think we're almost doing that now, Brooke."

"Not even halfway, Sam."

"You've gone from cheerleader to octopus in a few short hours, Brookie......I can't even move now."

"Uuummmmm......there's something that I have.....to do REAL quick.....right now!"

"What would that be, oh princess of my heart?"

Brooke reluctantly disengaged herself from Sam, and moved down the girl's body. With trembling hands, a nervous Brooke undid Samantha's jeans, and roughly pulled them off her brunette. Sam's discarded jeans fell on the floor, next to Brooke's jeans, discarded hours earlier. Then, Brooke lay back on top of Sam, wrapping her long limbs aroudn the girl once more.

Sam hissed with pleasure, at the sensation of Brooke's skin meeting her own. Sam's dark eyes rolled back into her head, as she sighed, as her full lips parted,"oh......Brooke.....I...."

Brooke felt an indescribable pleasure building up within her, as her bare skin slid sensuously into Sam's satiny surface, "just the two of us.....alone......just for a few hours."

"Hhhhhhmmmm," Sam was humming with deep pleasure, "sure......you're......the...."

Brooke had begun to sway ever so slowly, sensuously, pressing herself down on her lover's curvaceous body, as she marveled at how their two bodies seemed to merge into one, quivering mound of human flesh, "just.....you.....and me......naked.......completely naked......just......" human reason was fleeing away from the lanky blond, as she pressed herself gently into Sam, feeling a tender desire in her vagina, a shadowy ache, as she slid, then pressed, then slid onto her gorgeous brunette's firm thigh, "slowly," Brooke thought, "have....to go.....slowly....I want this......to last as long......as possible."

The sound of ragged breathing filled the booth, mingled with the sounds of whimpering, sighing, and groaning, with lips kissing, and the sound of bodies rubbing together.

"Oh.....God.....Sam.....you.....drive me......over the......edge.......even when......I'm in......control," Brooke kissed Sam hungrily, carelessly, as her warm mouth seemed to produce rivers of saliva that poured freely from her lips, running down her chin, and onto Sam's face, and neck, "oh.....no....oh," Brooke had stopped moving, and had started to cry.

"Brookie.....baby......what's wrong?" Sam asked tenderly, her voice filled with worry.

"I'm so ashamed.....so scared that you might not want me as a lover, Sammy."

"But why would you think that?" Sam asked, actually stupefied at such a thought.

"That one time that I had sex with Josh.....it was horrible, Sammy....." Brooke was wailing now, "the things he said to me were just awful."

"What did that neanderthal say to you, Brooke?" Sam asked angrily.

Brooke cried despairingly, and clung to Sam tightly, "he.....he said I turned his stomach......I was too wet down there between my legs......I was too hairy......that I smelled awful.........that I was getting fat.....that I made too much saliva when I kissed......he said he was doing me a favor by sleeping with me.......but he still loved me......but that we wouldn't have sex very often."

"Oh.....Brooke.....that isn't love.......if he really loved you.....but those are such silly reasons.......I think......I....." at first, Sam's voice was gentle, but then she began to giggle, "I think that jerk is gay!" Sam couldn't stop laughing now, and thick tears ran down her rosy cheeks, "what a stupid bastard!" Sam was actually hiccuping now, and she was so weak from laughing, that her arms had dropped to her sides, and away from hugging Brooke, "oh....I can't.....believe it.......anyone saying those things.......as if they mattered so much......."

"Ddddoo they.......matter to you, Sammy?"

Samantha smiled, a sultry, sexy smile that turned her blood red lips into a ravishing curl, then she spoke in a light, teasing whisper, "but.....that's what I like the most about you......Brrrroooookkkkkiiiieee.......your smell......the way you taste on my tongue......I like you hairy down there......I love your wet kisses, and I don't care about your weight......how can anyone NOT want you?"

Brooke was too moved by Sam's words so as to be able to respond right away, so that she could only hug the girl fiercely, "oh.....Sammy......no one has ever said that to me," the blond then kissed her mirthful brunette, slowly, tenderly. Brooke sucked on Sam's lower lip, then teased the girl's upper lip, "Sammy......I love you so much," Brooke smiled inwardly, when she heard Sam groan under the spell of her kisses, "Sam wants me....no matter what.....I still can't believe it." Such a concept was alien to the lanky blond; that someone wanted her without conditions, without rules, without wanting to change her in any way, "I can't believe how beautiful you are.....Sammy.....and that you could even remotely want me too!"

"You're.....perfect.....in every way.....Brooke," Samantha replied huskily, "all of you....." Sam almost hummed in her passion, as Brooke's kisses drove her to distraction, as she lost control of her mind, of her body, "I'm so.....lucky....."

Brooke had started to sway again, as she mastered her brunette with her forceful touch, "I'm the lucky one, Sammy.....you are so beautiful......I feel like kneeling before you." Brooke loved to take fistfuls of Sam's thick, dark hair in her hands, and squeeze them, feeling the silken texture of the dark locks between her slender, long fingers. Brooke began to suck on Sam's tongue, then to lick the girl's chin, then her jaw, "you are so.....soft....warm.....so plush.......you are.....so exquisite, Sammy," Brooke pressed in, as her moist, swollen, vaginal lips opened, then spread, sliding, kissing Sam's skin, making the blond tremble completely, and making her young lover respond in like manner, in slow, liquid motion.

The two, firm bodies responded to each other, moving in timed rhythm to a carnal melody that only they could hear. The girls clung to each other, deriving pleasure from their intimate sway until the end of their sensuous dance, and the girls both exploded at almost the same time, as their cores flushed with deep pleasure.

Brooke tried to get her breathing under control, as she gazed down at her ravishing lover with a look of utter joy in her hazel eyes, "we're getting off at the next stop.....then we're going to a motel," Brooke said with a small smile, as she placed small kisses on her lover's beautiful face, "we'll get a room for the night."

"Just one night?" Sam was still under the lingering effects of her recent orgasm.

"My Sammy has the sex drive of a nuclear reactor!" Brooke was laughing now.

"Heh.....and you're the one who keeps getting an orgasm everytime I move," Sam replied with a smile.

"I can't help it," Brooke whispered into Sam's very sensitive ear, "you're so sexy.....you drive me crazy."

"Aaaaawwwww!"

"Hhhhmmmm......so," Brooke smiled, "you want more than one night with me, Sammy?"

"My entire life with you, McQueen," Samantha replied quickly.

"Oh....Sammy......"Brooke smiled, tears coming to her eyes quickly at her lover's words, "there will never be enough time in my entire life to spend with you, baby.....to do all the things that I have always dreamt of doing to you."

This time, it was Sam's turn to blush deeply, "um.....shouldn't we get our pants on?" Dark, sexual thoughts stirred in girl's mind.

"Not.....yet,"Brooke whispered huskily, as she began to kiss Sam once more, "we still have a half hour until the next stop......and....we need to practice our.......kissing methods."

Sam was going to say something witty, novelesque, but decided to stay quiet, as she wrapped her slender arms around her beautiful blond, drawing her down, and closer, as the brunette sighed softly, "oooohhhh.....Brooke...."

Meanwhile, Mike McQueen drove to the train station late at night, almost on the verge of morning, "Brooke is indeed devious.....for a beginner that is.....but she still has a lot to learn to outsmart her old man," Mike was a cunning, devious businessman, who had faced much wiser, and powerful foes than his seventeen year old daughter, "if I can keep ahead of the stockmarket, and two-faced corporate giants, then I can handle my little Brooke," Mike tried to control himself, and not speed to the train station, "I know that she must have dumped her car at the train station's parking lot.....thinking that if it was stolen, that would somehow throw a veil over her tracks......" Mike finally arrived at the train station, and parked his car in the parking lot behind the station. Already morning lit the sky, as Mike spotted a police patrol car with its lights flashing on, and off, "the cops must have found Brooke's car already.....thank God!" Mike walked up to the patrol car, and was greeted by one of the officers, a young, black male wearing an impeccably neat uniform.

"Mr. McQueen?" the young officer asked.

"Yes, I am," Mike replied, offering his hand to the officer to shake.

"We recieved a call from Judge Newhouse, to take care of this affair quickly, Mr. McQueen," the officer said as he returned Mike's handshake.

"Thank you, officer," Mike exclaimed, as he smiled broadly. Mike had friends in high places, such as the afore-mentioned judge who discreetly owed him favors, and owed their recent, economical success to Mike McQueen. Mike was calling in a few favors to get Brooke, and Sam back quickly.

"We've already questioned the cashiers in the train station, and two of them recognized your daughters, Mr. McQueen."

"May I make a STRONG suggestion to you, officer?"

"Yes, Mr. McQueen, you may......but....."

"My daughter, Brooke......is very devious, officer......but I raised her......she just doesn't realize that I know how her mind works......and that I can literally know what her next move will be......what is the next stop that the train to New York makes?"

"Sandlestone, Kansas," the officer replied neutrally.

"Officer, I strongly suggest that you contact the police department of Sandlestone, and inform them of my missing daughters......tell them to search the motels closest to the train station there."

"Mr. McQueen.....I'll take your advice into consideration.....but......"

"Think of it this way, officer......you're seventeen, and you've run away from home with your beautiful lover.....because you believe that your stepmother, her mother.......is going to take her away from you. You've managed to escape, and get on a train with her. Now, you're in a small, dark, hot booth with her.....you're uncomfortable.....you're horny.....and the first thing that you want to do is....."

"Yeah...." the young officer said with a smile, "I'd want to get a room at a motel.....in Sandlestone of course.....I'm making a call to Sandlestone's sheriff right now, Mr. McQueen."

"Officer," Mike said quietly, "help me get my daughters back by tonight.....and I guarantee you a promotion in the next month! And discreetly tell the sheriff in Sandlestone that I am giving a monetary reward for the prompt return of my girls."

The young police officer looked at his partner, who was a good distance away, and seemed to not have heard Mike McQueen's words. The officer's eyes glowed with greed, and he knew that Mike's offer was a very discreet bribe, but one that couldn't be traced by anyone, "very clever, Mr. McQueen. You shall have your daughters back home by tonight, or at least in our custody. You have my word. Of course a parent always offers a reward if his child is missing to the person who finds them, so I'm very sure the sheriff in Sandlestone will make a very huge effort to cooperate with us."

Far away, on a speeding train, two lovers slept, joining their souls in dreams, and thought, now stirred slowly into reality.

"Sammy.....wake up...." Brooke tenderly, slowly kissed her beautiful brunette on the lips, "its time to go, Sammy."

"Hhhhmmmm......what?"

"We're getting off the train for a while, Sammy," Brooke shook the girl a little, "we have to get up."

Samantha McPherson was visibly upset, "jus....a little more.....mommie......I can go to school later......"

Brooke McQueen felt a surge of emotion at that moment; first she felt overwhelming love, and passion for Sam, then she felt admiration, and respect for the girl, then delight, and joy at her brunette's apparent childish traits. But most of all, Brooke felt safety, and a deep adoration, mingled with devotion for her ravishing lover, "Sammy....if you don't wake up.....we won't be able to get off the train at the next stop.....to get a motel room.....to make love.....alone......comfortable.....bed.....in the nude....."

"I'm up!" Sam exclaimed loudly, as her once tightly shut lids shot open quickly, her dark eyes revealed suddenly with a look of eagerness, and lust in them, "see? I'm up.....let's get our pants on!" San had sat up suddenly, and looked at Brooke with urgency, "let's get out of here now!"

Brooke smiled, as she watched a supercharged Samantha pull her jeans on clumsily, almost falling over her feet. No one had ever wanted the blond cheerleader with so much eagerness, and that made Brooke feel like crying, but she held herself back, "I'll save the tears for later......in a couple of hours......right now I just want breakfast, and a room......then a banquet named Samantha McPherson."

Both girls had slipped their jeans on, and had somehow managed to straighten themselves up enough to look presentable. Brooke, and Sam got off the train, and began walking out of the station, finding themselves in a small town named Sandlestone, in the great state of Kansas.

Sandlestone was a small farming town, and the train station was small as well; just the tracks, the station, and then nothing more than lots of people looking like farmers, or extras from an old western. Sam, and Brooke felt out of place as they walked through the train station, getting odd looks from farmers, women who seemed dressed out of the fifities, and children who looked like ancient photographs from some history book. The entire town, as the girls could see looked like it had been taken from an old history book.

The street leading out of the train station had what seemed to be a truck stop close by, "Sam.....want to get lunch?" Brooke asked her brunette lover.

"To go, right, Brooke?"

"?"

Sam sighed, "to go......we eat lunch in our motel room?" the girl's dark eyes had grown black from lust, and anticipation, "you know what I......."

"Oh.....definitely, my Sammy.......most certainly," Brooke said as she discreetly pulled Samantha closer to her.

Brooke, and Sam strode slowly from the small train station, down the narrow path that led to a nearby truck stop, probably the only one in all of Sandlestone.

The girls were the object of curious gazes because of their seeming, foreign air; definitely too refined to be country, or even small town Kansian. Mostly, the teenagers recieved lust filled gazes from hardened, sun burnt, weary truck drivers that saw their somewhat pseudo-pedophile-nymphet dreams in the girls passing by. At that instant, Brooke reached out, draweing Sam close, wrapping an arm around her brunette's shoulders, wordlessly declaring possession of the girl, and establishing herself as the dominant one of the two. The lanky blond's silent gesture made the men's hearts beat faster, fueled their imaginations, and produced numerous erections.

For one, brief instant, Brooke walked a little straighter than she usually did, and held her head higher. At that precise moment, Brooke felt a surge of power at the mere thought that she, and her precious lover were commanding so much attention. Brooke smiled a bit, feeling proud, not so much of her own attractiveness, but of the stunning beauty waling beside her, "and she's all mine......Sam will never even give them a glance because she its me that she wants. But those men will dream about my Sammy now, and for many years to come.....even if they only have a passing glimpse of her to remember. They'll think of the two of us.....naked.....and making love. I may not want male lust, but it comes in handy sometimes.....it makes you feel sexy sometimes."

"What are you thinking, Brooke?"

Sam's soft voice woke Brooke from the dark revelry that she had secretly been indulging in, and she pondered for a few seconds what to reply, "that I am so proud to be walking beside you, Sammy."

Samantha McPhereson smiled, then blushed, as a tingling, giddy sensation ran through her young body, and she pressed herself closer to Brooke, "I'm proud of you too, Brooke."

Sam, and Brooke entered the crowded truck stop. Brooke approached the counter, where a bubbly, dark haired waitress conversed with three men that looked like they had come out of an old western, cowboy movie, "miss?" Brooke called out to the waitress to get her attention, "can I order.....to go?"

"Why of course you can, sweetie," the bubbly waitress replied, "what will it be?"

"Two double burgers, heavy on the mayo.....french fries, and two, big, chocolate milk shakes!" Brooke proclaimed soundly, feeling a sudden urge for heavily greased, salty, fried food.

"Six, sixtyfour, honey," the waitress replied, as she pressed the keys on her anticuated cash register that stood next to her on the counter.

Brooke handed the bubbly waitress a twenty dollar bill, and waited for her change.

"Thirteen, thirtysix," the waitress handed the blond girl her change, "foods on the way, hun.....bout ten."

"Fine," Brooke replied with a satisfied smile.

Ten minutes later, Brooke was handed a greasy bag that smelled of hot food, and another bag with her milk shakes which she handed to Sam. Brooke's eyes lit up like lights on a Christmas tree at the sight of the greasy bag, as she imagined licking vestiges of grease, salt, mayonaisse, onions, and chocolate milke from Sam's smooth, satiny skin, "oh.....this is gonna be so much fun!"

"Grease.....salt......sugar.....this stuff is all cholesterol, and calories.....I thought that you were a health food freak, Brooke," Sam was amazed at her lover's sudden change in food choices.

"I don't need to do a lot of things anymore because of you, Sammy," Brooke said as she walked out of the truck stop with her brunette in tow, "I don't have to pretend to anyone anymore......I don't have to watch my weight anymore......I don't even have to......shave," Brooke smiled knowingly.

Samantha made no verbal response, but a look of deep lust flared in her dark eyes at the sound of her lover's suggestive words.

"Besides.....I'm thinking of licking the grease, and salt off of you, Sammy,"Brooke said huskily.

"LOOK!" Sam exclaimed excitedly, pointing ahead with the same arm that she was using to carry the bag with the chocolate milk shakes,"over there!"

"What, my Sammy?" Brooke asked, amused at her lover's abrupt enthusiasm.

"There just happens to be a motel right down this street.....just a little less than a block away, Brookie......how about if we run REALLY fast....and....."

"We'll get there, Sammy.....but its better if we walk."

"Oh......damn....." a sexually frustrated Samantha murmured to herself.

Once more, Brooke was overwhelmed by the rawness, depth, and unconditionality of Sam's desire, and love for her. No one had ever wanted Brooke that deeply; not Josh, or even Nicole. Everyone in Brooke's life had always set up rules for her to follow. Brooke's father had made rules for her character, and conduct. Josh had established conditions on her body in order for him to sleep with her. Nicole had established that she had to be popular to sleep with her. But with Sam, Brooke had no rules, or conditions to follow; she was free to be her true self, "um.....we can walk really, really fast, Sammy."

Samantha smiled, as she began to quicken her pace, and giggle, as Brooke nervously tried to keep up with her. The very idea of losing Sam, of having her out of arm's reach, terrified Brooke McQueen, "hey....McPherson....slow down!"

Finally, the two,eager girls arrived at the motel in question; a bright, yellow building; at least two floors, with a few cars parked in front, and with a sign that read; "Gibbons Motel."

Brooke, and Sam entered the building through the front door, into what seemed to be a shabby lobby decorated in faded couches, and lounge chairs, and painted in an awful, yellowish beige tone. The girls approached the reception desk, where a blond, beer-bellied man in his fifties stood, watching a small, black, and white television set that was to one side of him.

"Whatcha want, ladies?" the man asked without taking his eyes off the television set for one single second.

"A room please," Brooke said quietly.

"How long?"

"Until about tomorrow afternoon," the lanky blond replied gravely to the man's question.

"Sounds fine.....how bout I charge you for one night, and just throw in the rest for free just cause you two are so cute?" the man asked.

"Perfect," Brooke replied with her most charming smile, "how much?"

"Twenty bucks even."

"Good," Brooke said as she handed the tall man a twenty dollar bill.

"Room 227, upstairs, to the right, it comes with a toilet," the man said as he handed Brooke the keys to the room.

"Oh....um......I would like a "Do Not Disturb" sign....got any around?"

"Sure," the man replied with a smile, as he reached under the desk, then revealed his large, powerful hand with a sign, "here you are, doll."

Brooke led Sam up the outside stairs to the second floor, and then they found their room; 227 on the farthest end of the building.

"Why the sign, Brooke?" Sam was truly confused.

"I've seen it in old movies....and well....I sort of wanted to use it someday.....and I really......really don't want to be disturbed while I'm with you, Sammy."

"Oh......aawwww....Brooke," Sam dawled out slowly, sexily.

"Stop that, Sammy.....wait til I get you inside," Brooke said firmly, as she unlocked the door quickly, and all but pushed her beautiful brunette inside.

The room was simple, small, and barely furnished with just a queen sized bed, a night stand, a small television set, and two chairs. Brooke put the sign on the doorknob, went in, and locked the door behind her.

Meanwhile, the man at the reception desk picked up the phone, dialed a number, waited for someone to pick up on the other side, "hello.....may I speak to Sheriff Hastings?" the man waited patiently, until the receptionist at the sheriff's office put the sheriff on the line. When the man heard the sheriff's voice, he said plainly, clearly, "sheriff....those two girls you're lookin for are here. Now.....how much is that reward again?"

Twenty minutes had passed, and Brooke, and Sam had finished eating their hamburgers, and now were sipping the last of their chocolate shakes. Both girls sat up on the bed, and looked at each other with shyness, and something of shame.

"Well......um......I......." Brooke was simply too embarrassed to speak clearly.

"Brooke.....do you love me?" Samantha asked gravely.

"Yes, Sammy......you're my life......you're all that I think about......my body craves you every minute that I exist."

"Then.....just show me......don't think......just follow your heart, Brooke."

"Oh......Sammy......" Brooke leaned towards her ravishing brunette, and wrapped her arms around the girl. The beautiful cheerleader was about to kiss her lover on the lips, when a loud rapping interrupted them, "can't you read the sign on the doorknob? Go away!"

"Miss Brooke McQueen.....Miss Samantha McPherson.....I am Sheriff Hastings of Sandlestone.....open this door immediately!"

Shocked, frightened, Brooke got up off the bed, went to the door, and unlocked it. In strode a tall, handsome man in a sheriff's uniform. He stood looking down at the teenage blond girl, then looked over to the bed, where the smaller, dark girl sat, "good evening ladies," the sheriff said politely, "I have been instructed by your father, Mr. McQueen to take you into custody, and keep you until his arrival."

"Yes sir," was all that Brooke said, as she turned towards Sam, and held out her hand, "come on, Sammy."

"But.....Brooke......"

"Please.....Sammy......we have to obey the sheriff......please trust me......"

"Alright, Brooke.......whatever you say."

"Good," the sheriff said with a smile, as he walked out of the motel room, "very well behaved girls, indeed."

Brooke, and Sam followed the sheriff, but Brooke pulled Sam close, "did you mean what you said to me yesterday, Sammy.......that you'd always be with me?" Brooke whispered to her lover, "that you would do anything to stay with me?"

"Yes, Brooke. Anything."

"Then.....just trust me, Sammy......our parents haven't won yet."

chapter 14; The Battle Lost, The War Goes On

Sheriff Hastings of Sandlestone had knocked loudly on the locked door of room 227 rather loudly, "how cute.....a "Do Not Disturb" sign. Teenagers....puppy love," the sheriff cleared his throat, and said loudly; "open this door immediately!" The father of the two girls inside the room was giving a reward for news of their whereabouts, which meant that Gibbs Jr., who owned the motel was going to get a $100 reward. But discreetly, Sheriff Hastings was going to recieve $500 dollars for aprehending the girls, and keeping them while their father traveled to Sandlestone to retrieve them.

Brooke had not only opened the door of the room, but she had led Sam out of the room as well, and now the two girls followed the sheriff quietly, and tamely.

Sheriff Hastings was indeed pleased at how cooperative, and obedient Brooke, and Samantha were, "that McQueen fellow sure did a mighty good job with these puppies.....seein how kids are so damn bad today."

"Where are you taking us, sheriff?" Brooke asked quietly.

"Well, I can't put you in a jail cell, cause you girls aren't delinquents," the sheriff replied with a smile, "so I'm putting you girls in a room we have in the back of the station.....that's where I or my deputies sleep sometimes....I'll put the two of you back there while you wait for your dad to come pick you up."

"As long as Sam, and I are together, it doesn't matter, "Brooke said calmly, as she pulled Sam closer to her.

"Get in the back of my patrol car, girls," the sheriff said as they approached the vehicle in question.

"Yessir," Brooke replied, as she pulled Sam along with her.

"How interesting," the sheriif said to himself, as he watched the two girls willingly get in the back of his patrol car, "the blond is the butch....she totally dominates the other girl."

It was rather obvious, given Brooke's behavior that she was the male presence in the relationship with Sam. Brooke was physically taller, and stronger than Sam, who was the more delicate, smaller, and more fragile of the two.

The sheriff watched, as Brooke towed Sam along with her. Brooke opened the care door, helped Sam get in, then followed her. Brooke sat next to Sam, so close that there was no space between them. Brooke threw an arm around Sam, and drew the girl impossibly closer to her. Brooke knew that the lecherous sheriff was watching every movement she made in the rearview mirror, so she threw him a defiant gaze. Sheriff Hastings simply smiled back at Brooke, and winked.

"Comfortable, Ms. McQueen?"

"Oh, of course, sheriff," Brooke replied gravely.

The drive to the sheriff's office was short, but Brooke took advantage of it to soothe her nervousness by holding Samantha close to her. This was what Brooke lived, and thrived for; the feel of Sam's soft, warm body pressed against her own. It wasn't just about sex for Brooke when it came to Sam. Brooke felt a need for Sam that transcended the physical; a deep, desperate yearning that crawled from her inner skin, t the very last vestiges of her soul. Only Sam could fill Brooke's urgent need for love. Only Sam could give Brooke the confidence, and stability that she needed to feel complete.

Brooke reveled now in the feel of Samantha's voluptuous body pressed against her own. Brooke loved the way she, and Sam seemed to melt into each other, to form what seemed to be one single body, with all of their limbs, muscles, organs moving uniformly together.

"I love you, Sammy," Brooke whispered into the small, fragile shell that was Sam's ear, "I love you so much.....that it hurts me.....it even scares me sometimes."

"I love you too, Brooke," Sam replied honestly.

"I know you do, Sammy.....but not as much as I love you," Brooke had started to cry.

"How can you say that, Brooke? How can you even think otherwise?" Sam was becoming angry, and unsettled, as she squirmed, trying to get away from Brooke.

"NO, Sammy. Don't."

"What?"

"I need to feel you close to me," Brooke whispered, as she gently pressed Sam into her long, lanky body once more, "I know you love me, Sammy.....but its different from how I love you."

"Explain that to me, Brooke.....because I sure can't see it."

"You love me deeply, Sammy.....in every sense of the word.....I know that," Brooke kissed Sam's right temple with trembling lips, "but.....I'm in love with you.....you're still in love with Lily.....that's the difference."

"Brooke.....I....." Sam's sudden rush of temper suddenly subsided.

"Hush, Sammy......I understand......." Brooke whispered, "you've given me what love you can......which is more than I deserve........and I need you so much.....that I'm just grateful for it."

"Lily is in the past, Brooke.....I swear it.....on my mother's life! I'll never leave you.....I'll follow you anywhere......even to death!"

"I need to know that, Sammy......because I don't ever want to lose you.....the idea of being separated from you is driving me insane."

"Don't ever doubt me, Brooke.....I gave you my heart to you.....I never break my promises.....my heart is yours until you throw it away......then it will be mine again to give to someone else."

"Then, don't ever doubt me either, Sammy......because I threw my heart out, and put yours in its place......now there's only one heart for the two of us.....I'll always love you, Sammy....no matter what."

"We're here," Sheriff Hastings said abruptly, as he parked his car in front of the sheriff's office. The sheriff got out of his patrol car, then opened the back door of the patrol car to let the girls out, "follow me, girls," the sheriff said nuetrally, as he entered the station; inside there were five deputies a their desks, either writing, or speaking on the phone. There were three file clerks, and one receptionist, "back room's gonna be taken for a while, guys," the sheriff said to his staff as he pointed at Sam, and Brooke who were right behind him.

Sheriff Hastings's staff either nodded, said yes, or completely ignored him as he led the girls past the empty jail cells, down a long, dim corridor, to a white door, which he opened. The sheriff went inside, melting momentarily into the darkness that filled the room. Suddenly, the sheriff found the light switch, and turned on the lights that flooded what turned out to be a small room with a small bed, a nightstand next to it, a barred window on one end.

"The toilet is right next to the bed," the sheriff said.

"Fine," Brooke said nonchalantly, "sheriff....may I please have a drink of water?"

"Of course, hun," the sheriff said softly, "wait here a minute."

"Yessir," Brooke replied with a small, sad smile.

Two minutes later, the sheriff returned from the outer office, and handed Brooke a glass of water, "its not cold....the fridge is on the blitz again."

"Thanks, sheriff...." Brooke replied gravely, "thank you for your kindness, sir."

"Its okay, hun....now, you girls get some rest till your dad comes to get you," the sheriff then proceeded to lock the girls in the room, "I heard their entire conversation in the car," the sheriff sighed, as he returned to the outer office to call Mike McQueen, "what those little girls have is real love."

Brooke set the glass down on the nightstand, and watched as a very exhausted Sam lay down on the small bed with a sigh, "oh....this feels so good."

"Sammy?"

"Yeah, Brookie?" Sam was floating away on a blanket of sleep.

"Did you really mean what you said to me in the sheriff's car.....that you would follow me even to death?"

Samantha's eyes flew open at the implications of Brooke's question, "......yes," was all that she could say, and she meant it with all of her heart.

"And I meant what I said when we started this journey," Brooke said, as she sat next to her beloved brunette, "that I would rather have us both dead than separated," Brooke searched through her back pocket, and brought out a small vial.

"What's that?" Sam asked, when she saw the vial.

"I had an aunt who died a year ago," Brooke said slowly, "she was a hypochondriac....she'd take all kinds of pills. I visited her once, and she showed me all of her medicines.....I think it was all a joke to her.....it was like she collected them or something," the blond swallowed hard, and looked at Sam, "she had trouble sleeping, so instead of pills, she would take this powder because she said it was stronger than the pills.....Valium......about 100 mgs."

"That's pretty potent stuff," Sam was saying, "just a bit of that stuff can put an elephant to sleep for hours....and...." Sam stopped speaking, realizing what her lover meant, "you mean.....ALL of that stuff is for us?"

"Half for you.....half for me, Sam."

"You took this from your aunt, Brooke......why?"

"I stole this vial from her.....she had so many of them, that she wasn't going to miss just one, " Brooke confessed, "I've always thought that I might need it one day."

"How long have you been thinking about suicide, Brooke?"

"For a very, very long time, Sammy."

"I'm so sorry, Brooke."

"Why?"

"I thought that you had an easy, lazy life.....I was so wrong about you......it must be hell inside your head if you've been carrying that thing around with you for so long."

"Why do you think I was always sneaking into your room when you weren't there, Sammy?"

"To be....."

"To be you, Sammy.....to be in your world.....in your mind.....my world has always been dark.....empty.....but you.....your thoughts......your feelings......your scent......the feel of your body against mine gives me the strength to go on......you're my light, baby......without you I'm nothing......can't you see that?"

"But the fights we had, Brooke......the hatred you always had for me......"

"I never hated you, Sammy.....I resented you for having fallen in love with Lily, and not me."

"Brooke.....please....."

"No.....Sammy.....its true.....I hated Lily because of that, because I was the one who needed you......she could have anyone else.....but not you......never, Sammy," Brooke had started to cry now, sobbing that bordered on convulsions.

"I'm here, Brooke," Sam was holding Brooke in her arms, "I'm right here.....I always will be.....even after death, I promise."

"I love you, Sammy.....no matter how many times I say it to you," Brooke shifted, so that now she dominated the embrace, "it always seems like I'm saying it for the very first time," once more, the lanky blond reveled in her lover's warm body pressed against her own.

"Brooke.....when do we....."

"Hush, Sammy.......just give me a few minutes to just hold you in my arms."

Brooke held Sam tightly, so that now, the long, lanky blond was reclining on the bed, her long legs spread apart, so that she had Sam between them. Brooke tangled her arms, and legs around Sam, "are......you ready, Sammy?"

"Yeah.....I'm ready."

Brooke loosened one arm, and with nervous fingers opened the small vial with the sleeping powder. Then, Brooke poured the powder into the glass of water that stood on the nightstand next to the bed. Brooke took the glass, and shook it lightly, watching in quiet rapture how the powder dissolved in the water, "spreads quickly....doesn't it?"

"Um.....yeah," Sam replied nonchalantly, "I'll go first."

"No.....Sammy...."

"Come on.....Brooke......give me the glass!" Sam's pale hand came up, palm out flat, fingers extended.

Brooke had expected to be the one to lead by taking the first sip, to be the strong one, the example, but it seemed that Sam would be the one to go on ahead, and open the way for her, "alright," Brooke hesitantly handed the glass to Samantha.

Sam hesitated for one second, but then the girl put the glass to her lips, and drank the liquid quickly, thus sealing her fate.

"Hey!" Brooke exclaimed,"only half, Sam.....you want to leave me behind or something?"

"Huh? Oh......sorry, Brooke," Sam handed the glass back to Brooke.

"Damn, Sammy......you almost drank all of it!"

"Hhhhhmmmmm," Samantha snuggled into Brooke, and yawned slowly, "wha.....t?"

Brooke was shocked, because Sam was already falling asleep, "Sammy!" Brooke shook her lover gently.

"Hhhmmmm....."

"Wait for me, Sammy."

"Al....ri....gh.....t," San was quickly flying into the arms of death, and slumber.

Brooke didn't even hesitate,"exactly half the glass is left," she put the glass to her lips, and drank the poisoned liquid quickly, "time to catch up with you, Sammy....." the cheerleader sighed, as she put the empty glass back on the nightstand, "no turning.....back.....now!" Suddenly, Brooke felt the powerful lure of sleep wash over her, accompanied by an overwhelming surge of weakness, "so that's how it works...." Brooke thought, "it breaks you down quickly......" that was true, as Brooke began to feel a numbness begin to spread upward from her feet, while a wave of dizziness hit her head, "oh.....Sam....my....."Brooke touched her lover, "she's almost cold.....gone...." The blond rolled the two of them over until they lay on the small bed, and Brooke was on top of Sam, "now......Sammy's.....really mine," the cheerleader gazed down lovingly at her lover's still, beautiful face; Samantha, her eyes closed in sleep, "I love you....." Brooke leaned down, settled onto her brunette's voluptuous body, wrapped herself around the girl, nuzzled Sam's face with her own. Then, Brooke McQueen plummetted into nothingness.

The stolid, redheaded receptionist of the sheriff's office walked down the hall with a lunchtray, "hope these sandwiches, and cokes are enough for those teenagers," the fiftyish woman thought to herself, "teens are always hungry at these ages," the receptionist sighed as she recalled her own children, all grown, and gone now, as she stood before the door of the room where Brooke, and Sam were being kept, "I Bring gifts!" The redhead set the tray down on the floor, then unlocked the door, opened it, and went in, "well.....they're asleep....but...." the receptionist felt the oddest sensation as she looked at the sleeping lovers; their stillness seemed almost unnatural, "oh.....wait....NO!" realization that something was wrong hit the woman suddenly, "SHERIFF! THE GIRLS ARE DEAD!"

When Sheriff Hastings heard his receptionist cry out, when her agitated words hit home to him, he rushed quickly to the back of the station, running on reserves that he didn't even know that he had in his middle-aged body, all the way down the narrow, dim hall, until he almost tripped over the tray that the receptionist had left on the floor, "WHAT?"

The receptionist was standing by the small bed where the girls lay, seemingly asleep in each other's arms, "I thought they were asleep, sheriff.....I brought them some lunch.....I knocked on the door, came in.....but they never moved or woke up.....I think they're......"

"Shut up, Mabel!" the sheriff exclaimed, as he crossed the room to the bed, leaned down, and touched the girls, "go to the office right now, and call Dr. Gregory.....and an ambulance!" Hastings touched Brooke's cheek, "she's cold," then he pressed his fingers to her neck, "barely alive," the sheriff felt the slight tremor of a pulse beneath the blond girl's skin. Then, Hastings touched Sam, "this one is almost gone! MABEL.....HURRY!"

Mabel dialed for the ambulance, and called the town's only doctor.

Meanwhile, the sheriff took to shaking the girls, one at a time, and calling his deputies, file clerks, and even Mabel to help him; "Greta, Henry.....Redd....everybody....get over here.....help me.....quick!"

Everyone in the station rushed into the back room, totaling six people in number. The sheriff, one clerk, and one deputy grabbed Brooke, lifted her up, and started shaking her. Two deputies, and one receptionist grabbed Samantha, and did the same to her. The other file clerk brough two ice packs, and glasses of water. The packs of ice were placed against the napes of each girl's neck, and cold water was thrown in their faces to rouse them, even if only slightly. The girls were undressed, and their limbs were rubbed vigorously, they were shaken, they were made to walk. Slowly, each girl began to stir slightly.

"They're alive.....even though barely.....at least its something.....thank God!" the sheriff said. Then Hastings found the small vial that Brooke had brought with her, hidden in her jeans pocket, "valium powder," he said as he opened the vial, and sniffed it lightly, ".....this is stronger than the pills......damn.....this was suicide! Where is that damn doctor?"

It took the ambulance three minutes to arrive at the station, with the town doctor right behind in his own car. The doctor, and four paramedics entered the station, rushing to the back room.

"What happened?" Dr. Gregory, an elderly, gray-haired man asked urgently.

"Attempted suicide, Dr. Gregory," the sheriff said hastily, "powdered valium....the vial label says it was 100 miligrams."

"Damn!" the doctor exclaimed, "the powder is even more powerful than the pills, and 100 miligrams of it is fatal....I'll have to inject them with pure caffeine just to keep them alive.....and hope it works!"

The doctor acted quickly, taking two syringes out of his medical bag, and a small vial, filling each syringe, then alternately injecting each girl's jugular with the potent caffeine, "this will keep them alive, and their hearts beating until we can get them to my clinic......to get their stomachs pumped!"

Brooke, and Sam were put on separate stretchers, and wheeled out quickly of the sheriff's station, and onto an ambulance by four paramedics. The girls were then rushed to Dr. Gregory's clinic, where well-trained nurses, and technicians waited to assist Dr. Gregory.

"Doctor!" the sheriff exclaimed, as the doctor left the station, "will the girls make it?"

"Fifty, fifty," the doctor said, as he rushed out of the entrance to the sheriff station to board the waiting ambulance.

The ambulance roared down the road, turned left, and disappeared from sight, although the sheriff could still hear the sirens of the ambulance, growing distant.

"I hope those girls make it!" Sheriff Hastings said to himself, as he turned to face the daunting task of calling Mike McQueen, and informing him of the girls, and their impending salvation or death.

chapter 15; The Painful Dawning of Brooke McQueen

Jane McPherson paced to, and fro in her living room, filled with anxiety at not having heard from her husband, Mike. The elegant woman had spent the last few hours reading Brooke's most private thoughts, and she was quite disconcerted, "it was bad enough to read about Sam's fantasies.....oh.....my God.....about Harrison's penis.....but to read about my step-daughter's dreams about my daughter......Brooke is almost mine, for God's sake.....and then to read her daydreams about my Sammy......I didn't even think that a normal teenager could invent THAT many sexual positions," Jane was blushing, even though she was alone with just her baby girl, Mac, "how am I going to face Brooke now?" Suddenly, Jane had a sombre thought, "but I must admit.....Brooke seems to love Sam deeply."

The telephone rang, and Jane rushed to answer it, "Mike?"

"Yeah.....babe.....its me."

"Oh....Mike....."Jane sighed with relief,"I'm so glad to hear from you. Any news about the girls?"

"Yeah, hun.....the girls were found," Mike replied.

"THANK GOD!" Jane exclaimed happily.

"Brooke, and Sam made it all the way to Sandlestone, Kansas, Jane."

"Almost halfway to New York, Mike."

"Jane.....I have....possibly bad news."

Jane felt a chill run through her, and the sudden urge to vomit, "are they.....dead?"

"Jane.....they took something.....I mean.....the sheriff of Sandlestone had them in custody. It seems that Brooke had some sleeping powder in a bottle.....she, and Sam took it. Attempted suicide. The sheriff found them, and they were rushed to a clinic in the town. From there, the girls were airlifted to a hospital in a nearby city.....Templeton City."

Jane was crying now, and she felt like screaming, but she didn't. Jane tried to stay as calm as possible, "are they alive, Mike?"

"Yes, Jane.....but just barely.....they might not make it, hun," Mike said slowly, his sobs barely concealed in his voice.

"Oh....my god."

"Babe?" Mike asked, "I need you so much."

"I need you too, sweetheart."

"Jane....please....I'm at the airport.....I've bought two tickets to Templeton City, Kansas. Just bundle Mac up real fast. I've already sent a taxi over to pick you up. Get here quick, okay? We need to be in Templeton fast, no matter how things turn out.....even if the girls die.....we need to be there!"

"Yes, dear," Jane replied tearfully,"I'm getting the baby ready right away!"

"Okay, babe," then Mike hung up.

Jane rushed upstairs to prepare before the taxi that Mike sent for her arrived.

Twenty minutes after Mike's call, Jane heard the taxi honking its horn. Jane looked out of her bedroom window, and saw the taxi parked in front of her house. Jane grabbed her little daughter, Mac, and an overnight bag filled with milk, and diapers, and quickly descended the stairs, then out the door, and to the waiting taxi.

Mike was waiting outside the main terminal of the airport, where passengers coming, and going waited to be picked up, or left by taxis or personal rides. The taxi with Jane in it, parked briefly, and Mike helped his wife get out, and took his baby daughter from her anxious arms. Then, the taxi left, and Mike, and Jane entered the airport.

"You made it just in time, Jane," Mike said, as he kised his wife's cheek, "our plane for Templeton City, Kansas, leaves in ten minutes."

"I couldn't get here to you fast enough, Mike. Have you heard any news about our girls?"

"Yes, Jane," Mike said with a smile, "good news."

"Thank God, Mike," Jane said quickly, as she kissed her husband, and hugged him, "how are they?"

"The doctor in Sandlestone managed to stabilize them, and had their stomachs pumped right away at his clinic. Then, the girls were airlifted to Alston General Hospital in Templeton City where they were revived, then put under sedation again. It looks like the two of them will be just fine, Jane.....they'll just wake up with a huge hangover!" Mike was crying silently now, "I don't know what I would've done if they died, Jane.....Brooke's my natural daughter.....but I love Sam just as much."

"I know, baby.....I love Brooke just as much as Sam," Jane replied with tears in their eyes, "but they're alive....and coming back home very soon," Jane was smiling now, "will you take me dancing to celebrate, Mike?"

"Of course, sexy lady!" Mike said with a laugh, "now let's get to the boarding gate, Jane.....we've got a plane to Templeton to catch."

From somewhere in the dimness, Samantha McPherson awoke to human thought, which was new to her, because it seemed that she was supposed to be dead. Sam didn't really believe in an afterlife, hence the reason that she had so readily taken the poisoned water from Brooke's hand. But if life after death did exist, and she was conscious, then, where was Brooke now? Sam began to feel her body; one limb after another seemed to begin waking up, "well.....so I'm not going to spend an eternity as a puff of smoke after all!" Then, Samantha woke up, then she looked around, finding herself in a hospital bed, then she looked up, and saw Mike looking down at her, "WOW!" Somebody finally turned the lights on in here.....Heaven is a hospital room, and God looks like Mike!"

Mike McQueen was standing next to Sam's bed, and he started to cry, and laugh at the same time, his laughter was almost hysterical. Then, Mike hugged his step-daughter so tightly, that the girl was unable to breathe.

"Oh....I'm defintely alive.....Mike.....you'll crack my ribs!"

"You gave us such a scare, young lady!" Mike exclaimed angrily through his tears.

"Mike.....please.....mom will separate Brooke, and me.....please don't let her.....Mike......please!"

"Its okay, Sam.....your mom, and I had a long talk.....she promised to try, and understand.....she won't take you away from Brooke!"

"Oh.....God.....Mike.....is Brooke okay then?"

"Like you she is just fine, Sam."

"And both of us are grounded for ten years, right, Mike?"

"Not ten.....twenty years."

"I'm so sorry, Mike.....for what we did. Brooke heard mom talking to you in the kitchen, and got scared. So we ran away.....we were just too scared to think of anything else!"

"Its okay for now, Sam.....I really do understand.....but all of us need to have a long talk soon!" Mike tried to sound firm, but he couldn't, "I'm just glad that you, and Brooke are alive, and well."

"I'm just glad that you're here, Mike.....that we're going home soon," Samantha was smiling now.

"Definitely, Sammy."

Samantha McPherson's smile broadened upon hearing Mike calling her by the pet name only Brooke, or her mom had used, "always, Mike."

"You know that I love you, Samantha.....right?"

"Yeah....Mike.....I know.....I love you too! God.....are we ever mushy!"

Now, both Mike, and Sam laughed heartily, feeling for the very first time like part of a family, like father, and daughter.

"So.....where is mom, Mike?"

"With Brooke, Sam."

"How fitting," Sam replied, "it seems that we've swapped parents."

"So.....Sammy.....you think that I'm a huge teddy bear?"

Brooke McQueen wandered about in a hazy, gray world that seemed to be completely empty, except for her. A frenzied Brooke wandered from one end of her small box tothe other end, frantically looking for her precious lover, "Sammy? Sam.....where are you?" Brooke's voice turned into an echo that seeme to go on forever, "damn.....where is my Sammy? We're supposed to be together! SAMMY!" Brooke was crying now, as deep, despair gripped her fragile heart, "SAMMY.....PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME!" but no response came to her trembling, despairing cry, "I love you....Sammy......please.....I need you!"

Jane McPherson stood by Brooke McQueen's hospital bed, and watched in stunned silence as the beautiful cheerleader, whom she had come to love as dearly as her own daughter, squirm, her face contorted in pain, tears running in a seemingly endless stream down her pale face, her trembling voice coming out of her throat, out of parched , dry lips in heart wrenching cries.

"Please.....oh.....please....." Brooke trembled furiously, as fear gripped her soul, "Sammy.....where are you? I need you so much! Please.....Sammy......don't leave me here alone!"

"Oh....my goodness," Jane said to herself, as pity gripped her heart, "I've never seen anyone in so much pain!" Jane was truly moved by her step-daughter's intense suffering, "oh.....Brooke.....I'm so sorry....." Jane reached out, and wiped the tears from the girl's face.

In Brooke's deep agony, her mind felt the gentle touch upon her cheek, and part of her rejoiced, for it meant that she wasn't completely alone in what now seemed to be an endless, gray void, "Sammy.....are you there? Why can't I see you?"

"Wake up, Brooke," Jane whispered, "please wake up."

Suddenly, Brooke felt a tremor run through her darkened world, and the gray mist around her seemed to shatter into millions of pieces, as an echo seemed to cut through it from outside, thus exposing her to harsh reality, "Sammy?"

"Its not Sam, Brooke.....its me."

Brooke McQueen felt an intense pain in her head, as everything around her began to fade, and an invading, powerful light seemed to overwhelm her, so that she had to squint her eyes to see, but yet she couldn't see anything, "mom?"

The tender word from Brooke's lips sliced through Jane McPherson's guilty heart, and the woman berated herself for her former callousness, "how could I have been so cruel to her? She calls me mom.....and I haven't really done much to deserve such a privelage....and yet she took to me so easily, and quickly.....a virtual stranger who burst into her life, and married her father," Jane began to stroke Brooke's sweat dampened, blond hair, "and she really is my daughter.....because she wants me as her mother."

Brooke's reddened eyes finally fluttered open, and the blur beside her bed finally came into such cruel, sharp focus, that the girl had to look away, "mom...."

"Yes, Brooke.....its me.....how do you feel, hun?"

"Just awful, mom.....where's Sammy?"

"Sam is fine, Brooke.....she's in another room."

Silence fell between the younger, and older women, as they looked at each other, hesitant, unsure of what to say next. Finally, Brooke broke down, unable to hold back the silent, desperate plea now plaguing her heart.

"Please.....mommie...."Brooke cried despairingly, as she sat up in bed, and took refuge in Jane's arms, "I'm so sorry that I hurt you, mom......please don't take Sammy away from me.....please."

Jane held the sobbing girl in her arms, and cried with her, "its alright, Brooke.....its alright."

Brooke clung to the crying woman, as if she had been born of her flesh. Brooke's real mother had died when she was a child, and had left nothing more than a vague mark on the girl's heart. Growing up, Brooke had despaired that she never had a mother, and it wounded her deeply to see that everyone else had one. Brooke grew with a void in her heart, filled with secret envy of her friends who had mothers, and feeling like an outcast. When her father, Mike, brought Jane home, Brooke took quickly to her, finding in the woman, the maternal presence that she so badly needed, and had yearned for so long, "I know its wrong, mommie.....but I.....can't help it.....I love Sammy....I need her.....if you take her away from me......I'll die....."

"Brooke...."

"Don't you love me too, mommie? Even a little bit? Don't you love me?"

"Yes, Brooke.....I love you deeply."

"Then.....why won't you let me keep Sammy, mom?"

"I can't help it, Brooke.....I was brought up that way.....very, very strict....all of this was such a surprise.....its still hard to accept."

"I love Sammy, mom.....I really love her."

"I didn't really know how much until now," Jane said softly.

"Can't you give Sam, and me a chance, mom?Even a small one?"

"I've already talked to Mike about this.....I suppose I have to do that, or this family is ruined.....and I'll lose Sam!"

"No.....mommie.....I'll never take Sammy away from you....."

"You almost took her away for good with your stupid stunt, Brooke!" Jane snapped angrily.

Brooke pulled back from her embrace with Jane, and withdrew into herself, into her tears once more.

"Oh....Brooke....I'm so sorry," Jane repented, "I almost lost you too....you're my daughter also!"

Now the issues were no longer about Brooke, and Sam. Now, the issues were about Jane, and Brooke as mother, and daughter.

"I....I never had a mom," Brooke confessed, "when I was little I would pretend that I had one....but it wasn't the same. I always had this hole in my heart......like a vacuum tha sucks up all of my little bits of happiness....and I can't ever seem to fill it....that's why I was so happy when my dad married you.....you seemed so kind....you were so nice to me.....and I thought that maybe I really could finally have a real mom."

"You do have one, Brooke.....I swear it.....me!" Jane pulled the girl into her arms once more, and kissed her forehead, then her eyes, then her cheeks, "I'm your mother now, and forever.....even if you, and Sammy ever break up....you're stuck with me forever."

"Oh.....mommie....." Brooke was crying like a baby.

"What a pair of saps!"

Brooke, and Jane turned to see Sam, and Mike at the door of Brooke's hospital room.

"They outta put sissies in jail."

"We got two of them right here!"

Sam, and Mike looked like the traditional comic, and the wooden dummy; but it would never be known which of the two of them was the dummy.

A hugging session ensued; Jane hugged Sam. Mike hugged Brooke. Jane, and Mike hugged.

Finally, Brooke pulled Sam onto the hospital bed with her, hugged her brunette tightly, and began to wail like a newborn.

"Ugh," Samantha said, embarrassed by her lover's constant cries, "its okay, Brookie....its okay...."

"I love you, Sammy.....I love you so much," Brooke said amid her sniffles.

"So....Jane...." Mike tried to ask matter-of-factly, but unable to hide his embarrassment, "everything straightened out between you, and Brooke? You okay now?"

"Yeah.....it'll be hard.....but I'm coping a lot better now," Jane replied, "Brooke, and I are okay."

"I guess its time for us to go home then?" Mike asked anxiously.

"Yes, it is, Mike," Jane said with a smile, "home."

"Mom.....dad......"Brooke said hesitantly, "there's something that Sam....and I.....well....there's something we'd like to do together.....before we get back home....."

"What?" both parents asked at once.

"We'd like to spend one day alone in a motel room, and eat greasy, salty food!" Brooke exclaimed loudly, as she held onto her brunette, wrapping her arms around the girl tighter than before.

"Uh....oh....." Mike was deeply embarrassed.

"Oh....." Jane was recalling what she had read in Brooke's diary, and was blushing profusely.

Jane, and Mike looked at each other, swallowed hard, blushed, then finally shook their heads.

"Fine," both parents answered blandly.

chapter 16; Honeymoon At Motel Heaven

"I can't believe that we're doing this!" Mike exclaimed angrily, as he blushed profusely.

"Oh? So now you've turned into Mr. Anti-Gay?" Jane asked with marked sarcasm.

"This is utterly idiotic, Jane!"

"Its just so cute," Jand exclaimed with a smile.

"Oh? So now you've become Ms. Liberated Lesbian?" Mike asked, his voice filled with irony.

"We read their diaries, Mike.....just give them a break!'

Brooke giggled happily, as she watched her very embarrassed father exit a small motel on the outskirts of Templeton City. Mike got into the rental car he was driving, and that all of them were piled into. Jane, with Mac in her arms, and Mike were in front. Brooke, with Sam in her arms both sat in the back.

"Oh.....I got us two rooms....one for Jane, me, and little Mac.....and one for the two of you," Mike said to his daughter.

"Thanks, dad," Brooke said, feeling giddy inside, and excited, as she watched her father park their rental car in the parking lot of the small motel.

"DON'T thank me anymore, Brooke!" Mike snapped angrily, "our room is right next to the one you girls will have....I don't want to hear ANYTHING....no noise....understand?"

"How about the greasy food, dad?" Brooke asked.

Mike McQueen glared at his blond daughter, "are you going to waste what little time you have eating?"

"Um.....well.....no, dad....I mean....Sammy, and me....we're gonna...."

"Don't say another word, Brooke!"

"We can have the greasy food on the way home, Brooke," Samantha said quietly.

"Good idea," Jane replied.

"Let's get this over with!" Mike exclaimed as he got out of the rental car, and shut the door on his side. Mike shook his head, as he tried to get images of Brooke, and Sam naked out of his head, "Brooke.....I swear......if you EVER pull a stunt like this again?"

"What did I do, dad? I thought that you were alright about me, and Sam."

Jane watched the proceedings quietly, and was struck by the sudden irony of it all. Up until then, it was she, Jane McPherson, who had been totally against Sam, and Brooke as a couple. Until then, Mike had been the girl's' champion.

Now, the tables were turning; Jane was on the girls's side, and Mike was panicking, "delayed reaction....I have to do something quick!"

"What is it, dad? What's wrong?" Brooke was suddenly puzzled by her father's sudden, acrid behavior towards her.

"It just hit me, Brooke....that's all," Mike said quietly, "the two of you.....this is all so wrong!"

"What?" Brooke was suddenly very angry.

"Huh?" suddenly the concept that had hit Mike on the head, seemed to hit Samantha as well, as she suddenly began to look at her affair with Brooke with doubt.

Now, Brooke watched in horror, as the doubt that she had seen in her father's eyes, mirrored in Sam's own, dark eyes, and it scared her, "ooooohhhhhnnnnooooo......there is no way I'm letting Sam go.....dad.....ever!"

Jane quickly surmised the situation, and took steps to placate Mike; "honey?"

"Yeah?" Mike snapped angrily.

"Mike....baby...." she whispered in his ear, "right now.....I'm horny as hell.....why don't we go to our room....and make our own sounds.....or would you rather just argue with Brooke all day.....? I can do this by myself you know!"

"Um...."Mike was literally melting, and embarrassed at the sudden bulge in his pants, which he sincerely hoped the girls wouldn't notice easily, "okay....okay...." his brain had gone dead, but Mike recovered enough of his cerebral functions to dangle a key in his fingers in Brooke's astonished face, "Brooke....the keys to YOUR room....."

Brooke took the keys that her father handed her, and was surprised at the sudden change in his demeanor from hostile back to understanding, "dad?"

"Shut up, Brooke," Mike said quickly, "its all okay again....everything is fine with me.....I just don't want to hear any bedroom noise from you or Sam....UNDERSTAND?"

"Um.....okay, dad," Brooke replied, as she watched her father drag away a smiling Jane.

"Finally...." Brooke said with utter relief, as she turned towards her lover, "Sammy?"

Samantha McPherson was still in the clutches of an idea that a once reticent Mike had contaminated her mind with, and she had the oddest look in her dark eyes.

"Sammy...." Brooke was siezed by a wave of amorous feelings, with a deep arousal at the thought that she would now be able to completely enjoy Samantha's warm, plush, soft body without the myriad of interruptions that had prevented her from doing so before.

"Maybe Mike is right......" Sam said, with a pensive look upon her beautiful face.

Brooke could have gotten angry at that moment, and started an argument with her ravishing lover, but she was far too horny, and Sam was far too stunning. Instead, Brooke knew a very quick way to convince a suddenly reluctant brunette back into her mode of thinking, as she took Samantha into her strong embrace, then whispered into her small ear; "Sammy......I haven't bathed in three days.....I'm horny, sweaty.....and I did promise not to shave.....still want to back out on me?"

An amused Brooke watched Samantha's dark pupils dilate quickly, thus turning her eyes into pools of almost pure obsidian. Brooke held Sam firmly against her bosom, so that she could feel the girl's heartbeat quicken, her slender body begin to tremble, and her breathing become ragged.

"Hell.....no!" Samantha whispered softly, as she wrapped her arms around Brooke's waist, and tilt her head back, as she kissed her long, lanky blond passionately on the lips, "let's have some fun."

"Anything for my lady," Brooke said softly with a smile, as she led her beautiful lover from the parking lot, over the short expanse that it took to get to the motel, then to the very door of their room.

"So...." Sam said in that soft, sultry voice that made Brooke's insides melt, and her blond head spin, "does that make you my lord, McQueen?"

"Oh....most definitely," Brooke replied with difficulty, as she pulled the girl into her arms, and embraced her tighlty. Brooke began to kiss her ravishing brunette slowly, with tender longing, "it also makes me your slave," Brooke felt Samantha's soft tongue carressing her lips, and she responded, letting the delighted, feminine organ into her mouth. Brooke's tongue licked, then danced with Sam's tongue to a slow, sensual beat that was to mirror the future, gentle, erotic sway of their naked bodies tangled in heated passion.

The two girls leaned against the door for several moments, kissing gently, till their saliva mingled, signaling the increase in their passion, and then their kiss became hungry, raw, "oh...." Brooke's eyes went up into her head for a brief milisecond, as her body quickly convulsed into a sudden orgasm.

It was time now, Brooke knew, as she clumsily opened the door, with Sam still in her arms. Brooke pushed the door open, pushed the two of them inside, then kicked the door shut with her foot, letting loose a hand from Sam's body only long enough to lock the door. Then Brooke's temporarily errant hand returned to exploring Sam, as the blond pushed her lover backwards, towards a neatly made, single, twin-sized bed.

"But...." Sam whispered suddenly.

"What, Sammy?" Brooke was beginning to lose track of reality.

"The bed is much too small for the both of us to sleep on," Sam somehow managed to say, despite Brooke's agressive kisses, "Mike made a mistake when he got the room."

"No....he didn't make a mistake....it was a....perfect choice!" Brooke was elated at the size of the small bed, at the fact that she, and her brunette would sleep piled one on top of the other, and that thought drove the lanky blond over the edge once more, "goddamn....." Brooke McQueen orgasmed once more, as a rush of thick cum flooded out from her incredibly sensitive, swollen vagina, pooling into her pants, and releasing her singular, sexual scent.

"Oh.....Brooke...." Sam murmured huskily, as the now familiar, addictive, musky scent of her lover wafted up to her nose, setting her more deeply on fire, "we....just.....don't fit.....on that bed!"

"Mmmmmm......we fit......Sammy....." a fervent Brooke pushed Sam onto the plush bed, and she then fell on top of her brunette, "see? We.....fit....perfectly," Brooke broke her kiss with Samantha, and then began to lick the girl's beautiful face in long, slow, sensual strokes, then she bit the girl's chin lightly, "oh.....Sammy!"

Brooke laughed lightly, as she watched her ravishing brunette slowly move up into her, moaning softly under ministrations.

"Uuuunnnngggghhhh....." Samantha was beyond hope now, as she sank completely into the languid mantle of Brooke's sexual desire.

Brooke sighed, as she began to slowly grind into Sam, despiete her clothes, and felt the girl respond softly to her. Brooke pinned Samantha down with her entire body, and began to undress her, trying desperately to control her sudden clumsiness, her sudden lack of coordination. Finally, after several pauses, heavy breathing, agressive kissing, Brooke managed to get Sam's shirt unbuttoned. Then, Brooke manouvered the girl out of her shirt. Brooke's anxious hands seemed to worship the soft, yet firm, pliable spheres that were Samantha's breasts, "Sammy....." Brooke whispered, as she descended to kiss the girl's crimson nipples with care, to then bite gently into the plush fleshiness of the tempting orbs that she now squeezed softly in her hand, "you're.....so....soft.....oh....so....delicate," Brooke hid her face in the curve of Sam's neck, thus inhaling the girl's scent, memorizing it, reveling in the warmth of Sam's skin. Now, Brooke straddled her brunette, and slowly unbuttoned her own shirt, but she was surprised when Sam's slender fingers came up to cover her own, and help her. Brooke slowly opened her shirt, and slipped out of it, enjoying the look of lust that she saw in Sam's eyes, as she exhibited her pert breasts to the girl.

The idea, and its irony hit Brooke McQueen with force once more; Sam made her feel beautiful, and Josh had made her feel ugly. Brooke had often despaired about her body, and had even gone so far as to starve herself. Dark thoughts clouded Brooke's mind; "my breasts are too small, my legs are too skinny, my hair is so dull....my hands are too big....I'm so clumsy," and the girl despaired deeply. Once, her very own, adoring father had called her "horsey," and it had cut into the blond girl's heart like a dagger. Josh had been infinitely crueler, when he offended her most intimate habits. Like a wounded bird, Brooke had flown on, drowning in pain until a blessing crowned her tortured life; Samantha McPherson.

Brooke felt a swell of power rise within her, as she saw the evident, deep lust in Sam's dark eyes, as the girl gazed unblinkingly at her blond lover's breasts, before the beautiful brunette rose slightly, and began to hungrily suck on them. Sam clung to Brooke, like a child being breast fed, as her full, ruby lips closed around Brooke's left breast, and her pale hand gently cupped the cheerleader's right breast, "oh....gods....Sammy.....I can't wait!"

Brooke gently pushed Samantha back onto the bed, and proceeded to unbutton the girl's jeans. Brooke pulled the jeans off her lover, and stood for a moment, gazing for the very first time upon her brunette's completely nude form, "wow....Sammy.....you are....so.....beautiful!"

Brooke couldn't take her eyes off of Sam's firm, slender, voluptuous, pale body. Brooke almost went mad with delight as her hungry eyes trailed over the perfect series of curves that comprised Sam's body; long, shapely legs, wide hips, tiny waist, round, full, B-cup breasts, pale, alabaster, unblemished skin. Brooke quickly sat up on the bed, and practically tore off her own

jeans. Brooke's need to feel Sam's bare skin against her own was driving her mad with lust.

Finally, for the very first time, both girls were nude together, facing each other on the bed, gazing at each other with fascination, with awe.

Samantha had never seen a more magnificent creature than Brooke McQueen. Sam's dark eyes wandered over her blond lover's long, lanky frame slowly, hungrily, studying the girl's small, full breasts crowned with big, bright pink nipples that she loved to suck so much, over Brooke's long, tanned legs, her narrow hips, her slender arms, over her long, wild, blond hair spilling around her firm shoulders, then down to the generous, blond bush between her strong, firm thighs, "Brooke.....you are....magnificent....."

"Oh....Sam....." Brooke was elated by her lover's words.

Brooke's inmense anticipation of what would come next greatly exceeded her expectations of what it would be like to feel Sam's nude body pressed against her own naked one. Slowly, gently, Brooke lay an aroused, expectant Samantha back down on the bed, then carefully lay on top of the girl.

All of Brooke's senses nearly exploded when her bare skin met Sam's for the very first time. Brooke stretched out, sighing in pleasure, as she felt Sam's soft skin all over her body, "Sammy....." To feel Sam's body against her own, was to Brooke like drowning in a silken, velvety pool. Sam's curves molded, yielded into Brooke's stornger, slightly longer body. Sam yielded control to Brooke, as she opened herself, as she spread her firm thighs to the lanky blond.

"Brooke," Samantha moaned in deep need, in despair, as she arched herself up into her blond lover, "I....need you."

"Hush.....Sammy.....hush," Brooke cooed lovingly into the girl's ear, "let me hold you for a while.....just let me feel you close to me....."

Samantha McPherson did as she was bid to do, and kept painfully still in her lover's arms. Sam snuggled into Brooke, and sighed with contentment.

For just one moment, Brooke held her beautiful, precious bundle in her arms, close to herself, reveling in her closeness to Sam, for this was the most exquisite feelin of all; more valuable than even the deepest, most intense orgasm. An orgasm would pass quickly, but the sensation of her body touching Sam, was for Brooke a deeply spiritual, connection that she both ached, and thrived on.

Finally, the call of the flesh overtook Brooke's mind from the spriritual, and plunged it deep into pure, carnal, primal lust. Brooke began to kiss her ravishing brunette with wild abandon; kissing, licking, even biting the girl's lips, while reveling in their fullness. Brooke's hands masaged Sam's full, firm breasts, squeezing them gently, and kneading them. Brooke began to leave a trail of saliva from Sam's now swollen, crimson lips, down to her soft, slender, pale neck. Brooke kept moving downward, licking Sam's silken, velvety skin, enjoying the saltiness of the skin's surface. Brooke outlined Sam's collarbone with her rough tongue. Sam's soft sighs, and moans seemed to further ignite Brooke's passion, as she descended on the girl's breasts, sucking them hungrily, greedily. Brooke's hands stroked her lover's voluptuous body, measuring, exploring, carefully testing, gaguing every reaction that her touch evoked in Sam. All of Brooke's senses became focused on Sam; the warmth, and feel of her body, the feel of her soft skin, her soft scent, her erotic sighs, and moans, the fullness of her lips. Brooke's moist, pink lips, her greedy tongue glided over Sam's firm abdomen.

"Brooke....what are you doing?" Sam had come out of her semi-daze, as she intued what Brooke's intentions would be.

"I guess I make up for the both of us...huh, Sammy? You hardly have any hair down here at all!" Brooke said with a smile, as her fingers gingerly rubbed the small patch of dark curls between her lover's thighs.

Sam's response was silenced when she felt Brooke's kisses, and fingers on her inner thigh, which caused the girl to fall back onto the bed with a moan.

Brooke loved Sam's lightly musky scent, and was delighted with the incredible silkiness of the girl's vaginal skin, "her skin is already unbelievably soft all over her body.....but it is so much softer here," Brooke didn't want just to touch, she wanted to explore, as her eager fingers probed, then outlined her brunette lover's almost crimson labia. Brooke was thrilled at the moistness she encountered as she stroked a now arounsed, barley rational Samantha, who tried desperately to be still under her lover's wondrous, slow touch. Finally, Brooke did what she desired, as she descended, and placed her lips on Sam's core, gently biting the girl's vaginal lips, then gingerly licking the moist inner folds, and as Brooke began to playfully suck on the girl's clit, Sam came hard, and fast.

Samantha McPherson rose from the mattress where she had lain, with a vengeance, and hungrily descended upon her lover, Brooke.

"Sammy?"

Brooke's cry was stifled by Sam's full, red lips that overtook her own pink ones in a kissing frenzy. Brooke smiled into Sam's raw kiss, and opened her mouth to accept the girl's probing, agressive tongue. Sam had started kissing Brooke's chin, then outlinging the blond's jawbone. Brooke felt her exictement explode when the girl finally reached her breasts. Brooke realized that Sam's sudden, sexual urge had slowed, as the girl tenderly stroked with careful fingers, then massaged with gentle hands, the cheerleader's pert breasts. Sam began to suck on one breast, while she gently caressed the other, "oh....Sammy," Brooke was in utter ecstacy now, "oh....Sammy.....what you do to me.....I...." Brooke's voice was transformed into a whimper, as Sam began to move lower, licking, and biting gently as she blazed a wet trail over her lover's abdomen, and setting the blond on fire, "ohmygod.....ohmygod......ohmygod!"

Brooke simply wanted to die, when she felt Sam's pale hands, and slender, graceful fingers tangling themselves in her thick, pubic hair. It was all so arousing to Brooke; the way she was spreadeagled on the bed. It was, in Brooke's mind, such a hideously ugly position to be in; lying on her back, with her legs wantonly spread wide apart. Yet, the blond felt a huge wave of desire hit her at the thought that not only was she completely vulnerable, that the most intimate part of body was exposed to her brunette, but that the two of them were completely alone. ALONE. Alone; just the thought that she, and her Sammy were alone together, sent Brooke into a sudden orgasm before her lover's tender lips had even touched her vagina. Brooke had no chance to collect herself after her unexpected trip to Nirvana, for Sam's lips assaulted her secret flesh with unexpected vigor, and desire.

Once more, Samantha descended to her most primal, dark self, as her lover's musk envelped her, thus awakening her deep, sexual instincts. Sam slipped her head hungrily between Brooke's quivering thighs, into the blond's core, attacking her voraciously. The dark haired girl's eager tongue began to lick Brooke's vaginal lips, to part them quickly, exploring their recesses. Sam gently sucked the side of each labia, and then slowly inserted her finger inside the blond's vagina. Sam inserted a second finger after the first, and began to stroke her lover's inner folds, and at the same time, the brunette sucked on the blond's clitoris. Sam felt the blond's vagina convulse, clenching around her invading fingers, so that she knew that Brooke was ready to explode.

Brooke recalled her father's warning; NO bedroom noise! Brooke ground her teeth, threw her head back, and covered her mouth as a new orgasm overcame her; this one fiercer than the one before. Brooke let go at that precious moment, for all the barriers that she put up before could not stop the name that exploded form her lips in a heated cry; "SAM!"

Brooke was left a pile of quivering, sweaty flesh, as she lay on the bed, her entire body in the last throes of a piercing orgasm that left her weak. Brooke felt Sam come up, and lie beside her, "gods.....Sammy...." Brooke was whimpering, as she reached out for her lover. Brooke felt her body calm down slowly, her breathing return to normal, as she took her brunette into her slender arms, "I love you so much.....I can't believe what you do to my body......oh....Sam....I...."

"I love you, Brooke....."

"I know, Sammy.....I....."

"You don't understand, Brooke......I'm.....in love with you."

The words that Brooke had always dreamt of hearing came to her heart as barely the most delicate whisper, so that for a moment it seemd to have been a dream, "really?" Brooke had started to cry now, "Sammy.....really?'

"Yes, darling," Sam said with a sigh, as she snuggled on top of Brooke, and began to suck on one of Brooke's breasts as if she were still a child.

"God.....oh....God," Brooke was filled with utter joy, so that she tenderly held her beloved, precious lover, and gently kissed the girl's forehead, "you've made me so happy, baby.....so much......finally......we truly do belong to each other."

"Don't ever doubt me, Brooke.....please.....don't ever doubt what I say to you," Sam's sultry, velvety voice came up to the blond's ears, sounding quiet grave, and ominous, "no matter what things you see, or seem to see.....always believe my words to you."

"I promise.....I promise, Sammy.....oh baby......" Brooke had begun to kiss her gorgeous lover softly, and had begun to stroke the girl's soft, slender body. Once more, Brooke felt her desire burn within her, as she rolled the two of them over, leaving Sam on her back, while she was on top of her brunette once more.

Once more, as it was meant to be, as if they had been lovers from other lives, with paralel destinies running together, as if they were a single knot, the girls joined their bodies in mutual pleasure. Brooke covered, then crowned Samantha. With fierceness that came from the deepest regions of her heart, Brooke began to grind her long body into Sam's voluptuous one, mingling their sweat, and scent into one single chemical. Their mutual sounds of pleasure flew into nothingness, mingling into one before they vanished forever. Arms, and legs tangled around each other, clinging hastily, desperately, to show need, and love in wanton ways, as soft, silken flesh slid against soft, silken flesh, as young bodies meshed into a single entity.

Brooke tried desperately in every way to slow down her torturous possession of Sam's body. At one point, Brooke slowed herself to a crawl, as the fetus of an idea took hold of her, making her desire for her brunette even deeper. It was then that Brooke pinned Samantha down, and spread the girl's shapely legs apart, and inserted herself between them. Now, with care, the beautiful blond spread her own legs, tangling them with Sam's legs, and then Brooke descended onto her brunette once more, as their bodies touched, so did their vaginas, "oh....shit....." Brooke's thoughts collided one with the other, as two, giant sensations hit her at once; the feel of Sam's bare skin, and the touch of the girl's vagina against her own. Brooke continued to move to a hidden melody that only her own mind could hear, as she ground slowly, delicately now against Samantha, as she pinned the girl down, making her brunette unable to move. Sam cried out in frustration, as she tried to move into Brooke, but was prevented by her fiery lover, who mastered her, who would always dominate her in bed. Now, Brooke had slowed her grinding to a painful, almost nonexistent crawl, concentrating on pressing her core more tightly against Sam's own secret center.

Very slowly, the secret flowers spread, their petals opening, their centers emerging, vulnerable, now visible. The ultra sensitive skin connected to ultra sensitive skin, shooting sudden spasms of slow pleasure through the young bodies of the lovers. The vaginas spread out, kissing, touching, their secret pleasure merging into one sensitive, single eruption of ecstacy.

"Oh.....my.....God," Brooke cried quietly, as she felt the gentle ache in her vagina every time that she pressed down on Sam, so that each time she stayed pressed to her lover a little longer, just to make that special, delicate ache that ran through her entire body, that filled her with pleasure, with delight, last just a bit longer.

Brooke was aware of so many things at that moment; the feel of Sam's hardened nipples digging suggestively into her own, and her own nipples with tendrils of pleasure shooting from them backwards into her breasts, of Sam's delicately soft skin against her own, of her own vagina's wetness merging with Sam's secret core. Brooke pursued that secret ache that extended through her body from her vagina, and she concentrated on it, only to find her pleasure increase simply because her inner folds were touching....Sam.

Brooke moved once more; slowly, tentatively, as she sought the impossible; to fuse her core to Sam's, so that they would struggle in pleasure perpetually, "if....only.....oh....if only it could be.....Sammy....always....this way with you," Brooke was dipping lower now, as she leaned into her dream, into her passion; into Sam, and began to kiss her, as she bucked into the girl, as in her mind she saw herself doing it, and the sensuousness of her movements aroused her even more, "Sam....." Brooke could smell the scent of her own saliva, as it mingled with Sam's lips, as she marked the girl with her scent; with her sweat, "you.....belong to me.....you're mine.....always mine......" Brooke growled in her mastery, in her power, as she continued to kiss the girl in her arms with fiery determination.

Brooke's long hair fell around her like a mantle, tangling around her shoulders, and in the cleavage of her naked breasts, down onto her lover's shoulders, and face. Brooke had leaned in, holding Sam's arms with her own, as she now became even more agressive, and sought to render the girl completely defenseless. Somewhere in Brooke's now primal mind, the thought of dominating Sam appealed to her, as she ground herself harder into her lover, as she tried to squeeze every bit of pleasure that she could from herself, from Samantha. The ache seemed to grow in size, almost catapaulting her into madness, as Brooke cried, almost biting Sam's shoulder, and she felt the first stirrings of a coming, convulsive wave that signaled that she was nearing the end of her ride of pleasure.

Brooke pumped faster now, making her vagina slide against Sam's, mingling their wetness, feeling their flesh kiss briefly when both came together, until the swishing sound of their mingled cum was the only sound to be heard. It was that sound that enflamed her, and drove her on, finally coming to a sudden peak, as she shot upwards, spiraling to glory. Brooke felt Sam convulse under her, and groan, telling her that the girl had come. Then, Brooke came, cresting at almost the same time as her beautiful brunette, and with a cry, Brooke felt the final, intense stab of pleasure, then the falling waves of pleasure that slowly died down.

It was then that Brooke's hold on Sam diminished, and the blond sagged down into the girl. Sam moved, trying to straighten her legs, but Brooke stopped her; "please....baby.....not....yet....."

"But......"

"Oh......Sammy......wait," Brooke drove Samantha back down, and although the orgasm had wiped away the sensation of arousal, still Brooke craved the touch, the feel of her vagina pressed into Sam. It was this, most intimate sensation that made the lanky blond continue pressing down into her gentle lover, for the distant echo of that private ache still lingered, so that Brooke kept pressing herself into Sam until exhaustion finally rendered her helpless, and she had no choice but to stop.

Finally, Brooke fell into a pile of useless flesh beside her utterly helpless, tired brunette, who was slowly rendered into a soft slumber, "Sammy?"

"Hhhhmmmmm?"

Brooke said nothing, but gently pulled the girl into her arms, needing to feel Sam's warmth against her own body, to feel complete. Now, to her delight, Brooke felt Samantha nestled on top of her. But suddenly, Brooke felt Sam moving slightly down, and then sucking slowly on her breast. Brooke sighed, as she enjoyed the sensation. After a while, Brooke felt the sensation stop, and she lifted her head only to see that her precious, beautiful lover had finally fallen asleep on top of her, the dark head nestled on her breasts, "Sammy....." Brooke sighed in deep love, as her pale fingers gently tangled themselves in the girl's thick, dark hair, "you give me so much pleasure.....so much painful ecstacy.....I can't ever let you go.....because if I ever do.....I will suffer intensely, slowly till I die." Then, sleep came to the door of Brooke's mind, and entered; the lanky blond faded away into slumber. But one thought remained in Brooke's mind, and heart, as she let herself be carried away on the wings of Morpheus; "I love you, Sammy....forever."

chapter 17; When An Old Love Beckons

It was a bright, sunny, Wednesday morning, as a sullen Nicole Julian waited impatiently at a small, quaint cafe in downtown. The pretty, little blond was sitting next to the window, and she watched people walk by, searching their faces to see if it was the person she was waiting for, "I can't believe that I was so stupid......I just can't believe that I let go of Brooke so easily," the girl said angrily, as she banged her small, pale fist on the table before her, frightening a passing waitress, who almost toppled her food laden tray in surprise of the sudden blow, "what happened to me?" Nicole wanted to tear her short, dyed hair right out of her head, "I gave up the most wonderful thing that ever happened to me, just to be homecoming queen!" Nicole was quickly becoming overwhelmed by a wave of desperation that made her life seem utterly worthless, "I can't let things go on this way.....Sam is ruining Brooke's life. Brooke is gaining weight, and she's already given up cheerleading......No! I have to get Brooke back!"

"Well......Nicole......have you been drinking too much coffee?"

Nicole looked up, startled from her troubled revelry, by the sudden sound of a familiar voice just beside her, "you took long enough to get here," the blond replied angrily, as she watched her newly arrived companion sit across from her at the table, "waitress?" Nicole called impatiently, "get me another cup of coffee, and a second one for my friend!"

"WHAT?"

"What?" Nicole echoed her companion's cry of surprise, but in a much lower tone of voice.

"But we're not friends, Nic."

"Oh.....just shut up, Lily."

Lily Esposito, short, pretty, slender, Latina brunette simply smiled at the irritated blond that sat across from her, "well.....we really aren't friends at all, Nic.....now.....why did you call me, and ask me to meet you here? Its Wednesday, Nic.....my only day off!"

"You sound so sarcastic, Lily.....now, why is that?"

"It is obvious that we are not friends, Nic.....we don't talk at all in school. We don't socialize outside of school. We move in different social circles, as well as economic classes. We have absolutely nothing in common. So, I have to wonder what the hell am I doing here with you?"

"We have plenty in common, Lily."

"Like what, Nic?"

"Brooke, and Sam," Nicole replied quietly.

"The subject is closed, Nicole. I won't discuss it with you in any way," Lily answered coldly, as she got up from her chair, and turned to leave.

"Lily....please wait," Nic pleaded with desperation.

"What?"

"I thought that you loved Sam, Lily," Nicole said, almost on the verge of tears.

"I love Sam with all of my heart, Nic. But Sam is with Brooke now, and even if it hurts me, I have to respect her decision."

"I'm not a heartless bitch, Lily."

"I never really thought that you're heartless, Nic.....despite all the times that you've hurt Sam, or me."

Nicole smiled for the very first time that day, as she caught on to Lily's meaning; that she isn't heartless, but that she is still, very much a bitch, "I like you, Lily.....you have such sharp fangs when you want to. Too bad you don't sharpen them enough, or show them more often."

"What do you mean by that, Nic?"

"Why do either of us have to be unhappy, Lily? Why do Sam, and Brooke get to ride off into the sunset together? Why does YOUR girlfriend have to end up with MY girlfriend? Why?"

Lily said nothing, but turned a deathly shade of white, as she sat down shakily once more, and looked at Nic with a piercing gaze, "but......"

"I thought so," Nic said softly, as an evil smile lit her pretty face, "the noble hearted gesture of giving Sam up so that she can be happy is just a lot of shit! You hated giving her up, as much as I regret having given Brooke up for some stupid school. I'm right, aren't I, Lily?"

Lily couldn't speak, as tears came, unbidden to her dark eyes, and she cast her wounded gaze downward. Lily only nodded in response to Nicole's words, that stabbed her gentle heart with firm thrusts.

"Then I won't have to waste a lot of saliva arguing with you, Lily."

"Just give it up, Nic. Sam, and Brooke are a couple now. Those two love each other."

"Now, that's the difference between winners, and losers, Lily. I'm a winner, because I won't give up. I will never accept the obvious. I will fight to get Brooke back."

"So, I'm a loser just because I respect other people's choices, Nic?"

"You're still in time to change things, Lily!"

"You're right about me, Nic. I am a loser. I can't change Sam's heart."

"Don't say that, Lily! There is still time to change things between those two! Their love is still new, untested."

"But I'm with George now, Nic."

"So what?"

"George is in love with me, Nic," Lily replied, as she rolled her eyes, exasperated by Nicole's harshness, "we're sort of going steady."

"Do you love him, Lily?"

"In my own way I love him, yes."

"That is not a good answer, Lily. Its also a terrible reason to be with someone."

"Those are the only answers that I can give you, Nic."

"Are you in love with Samantha McPherson, Lily?"

"Yes! Of course I am! What kind of stupid question is that, Nicole Julian? I will never love anyone else in my entire life! Sam is my solute!"

"Aren't solutes supposed to be together?"

"Um....." Lily was stumped by Nicole's sudden question, "yes....they are.....but....."

"No buts, Lil. Aren't solutes supposed to be together?"

"Yes," Lily replied, this time firmly.

"Then, Samantha is with the wrong person, Lily. If Sam is your solute, then she is supposed to be with you....she belongs to you, and not to Brooke!"

"So....then I suppose that you consider Brooke to be your solute, Nic?"

"I happen to believe that, yes. I also plan to get Brooke back. What I need to know now is.....are you willing to get Sam back at all costs, Lily?"

"Give it up, Nicole. You're delusional. Those two are together for life! Nothing will tear them apart."

"We at least have to try, Lily. If we try together, if we work together, we might stand a chance."

"Work together? You, and me?" for a moment, Lily thought she was going to start laughing at such an absurd idea.

"Miracles do happen, Lily. Now stop bullshitting. Are you in this with me or not?"

Lily looked down at the surface of the table, and then at her trembling hands. Memories of her lovemaking with Sam, filled the little Latina's heart, making her sweat, and quiver noticeably, "yes," she said quietly, "I'm with you!" she said, a little louder now, as the slim hope of getting Sam back into her arms began to fill her heart.

"You just became a winner, Lily," Nicole said softly, with a triumphant smile.

"Okay. So. What is the plan, Nic?"

"I know Brooke like the palm of my hand," Nic said conspiratorially, "I'm going to play on her weaknesses; she is extremely possessive, territorial, and jealous. Her biggest weakness right now is SAM!"

"And then what?" Lily leaned closer to Nicole.

"Tomorrow, I will place three of my cheerleaders close to the Novak. They'll make sure that no one goes in there. But you make sure to get Sam into the Novak at around 3. Get it, Lily?"

"Yeah."

"I'll make sure to get Brooke into the Novak by 3:15. When you hear the door of the Novak open, grab Sam, and kiss her as if your life depended on it!"

"Ooooohhhhh.....I get it now. Brooke sees me kissing Sam, and then gets jealous. Brooke will think that Sam is kissing me back, and being unfaithful to her. Nice, Nic. I'm impressed so far. Will it work?"

"Its supposed to be simple, Lily. Brooke will believe that Sam is cheating on her. No matter what Sam says to the contrary, Brooke won't believe her. I know Brooke; she has a one track mind. Once she gets an idea into her head, she won't let go of it."

"And what if Sam asks me to tell Brooke the truth, Nic? That she wasn't kissing me back? That I forced myself on her? I don't like lying to Sam, or hurting her."

"Just tell the absolute truth, Lily. But just don't mention that you, and I had planned it all, and of course, bend the truth a bit."

"Just how does one bend the truth, Nic. This I have to hear."

"Ham it up, when you're telling it, Lily."

"?"

"Tell Brooke that you forced yourself on Sam, but at the same time look down, don't look up at her, and try to look guilty, as if you were hiding something."

"I'm not getting the entire message yet, Nic."

"Damn.....make it seem like you're lying to protect Sam, you idiot!"

"Oh," Lily was completely impressed with Nicole, and the extent of her cunning mind.

"Impressed with me, Lily?" Nicole was grinning broadly now.

"Very much indeed, Nic. And you have the cheerleaders helping you?"

"They are all my cheerleaders now, Lily. Besides, they all want Brooke back as much as I do."

"And your cheerleaders don't like Sam?"

"Definitely not, Lily. Now.....you got our plan down pat?"

"Yeah, Nic. But I have to get some loose strings out of my way first."

"George?"

"Yeah," Lily replied sadly, "he has to go."

"Hhhhmmm....so you believe in my plan, Lily?"

"I have no choice, Nic. I have to have hope that Sam will come back to me, and I'm willing to do anything. But I do know Sam as well as you know Brooke."

"So?"

"Sam doesn't like being doubted, Nic. If you do, then you lose her, and she will never forgive you."

"Then everything will work out, Lily."

"Yes, it does seem that way."

"Oh.....Lil?"

"Yeah?"

"What will you do when Sam finds out that we caused her break-up with Brooke?"

"I'll fix it so that Sammy will be so deeply in love with me, that it will be too late for her to go back to Brooke McQueen. Sam will never want to leave me, Nic."

"Welcome to the winning side, Lily. Too bad you're not a cheerleader."

"Too bad you're a popular bitch, Nicole!"

Lily just got up from the table, turned, then walked out of the door, but only after leaving a generous tip for the waitress.

Nicole sighed, as she watched Lily leave the coffee shop. Nicole was suddenly fighting the urge to fall in love with the Latina, that walked away, sexily swaying her hips to an invisible, primal, Latin rhythm, "too bad that I'm in love with Brooke.....or I would most definitely go after Lily Esposito!"

Brooke sighed, and a smile lit her beautiful face, as she woke up from a deep slumber, filled with images of Sam in various stages of undress, and sexual positions. Brooke glanced at the still, sleeping figure that lay curled up against her lanky frame, and smiled once more, "my Sammy looks so cute when she sleeps." Brooke glanced up at the cute, Mickey Mouse clock on the wall (it had been a gift from Sam's grandfather, to her father, who in turn gave it to the girl, so that she cherished it endlessly), and noticed the time; 6:00, soon it would be time to get up, then prepare for school, for the third day of the week, Wednesday. Still, Brooke lingered a while longer, glancing around at her surroundings of Samantha's room. Sam's room was filled with an air of warmth, of comfort; from the brunette's plush, soft bed, to her cluttered desk, her still open lap top, her bureau of perfumes, and make-up, the girl's still open closet door that revealed clothes in disarray. Brooke loved every detail of Sam's room; from the smallest, to the most obvious, and marveled at the fact that she couldn't quite get her room to feel the same, "because its not really my room....Nicole picked out my wardrobe, my dad picked out the furniture.....I never had a say in any of it."

But this room was entirely Sam, from its varying stages of pseudo neatness, to downright disaster, and Brooke loved it in there, "I feel safe here.....this is where I'm for real, with no pretenses, no impossible goals or duties, no one to impress....this is where I can exist freely, where I'm loved," then Brooke smiled once more, for now she was completely enveloped in Samantha's private world. Brooke was now wearing Sam's clothes, using Sam's computer, and was presently, avidly reading her lover's diary as if were just a racy novel. Brooke's eyes returned once more to the silly looking clock, "hhhhmmmm.....one hour til we have to get up to get ready for school.....um.....just enough time to...." Brooke felt a sudden fire of arousal begin within her vagina, then gently begin to spread outward toward her entire body, that then began to ache, then throb strongly, "oh.....Sammy," Brooke whispered huskily, as her hand came up to gently caress her beautiful lover, who moaned in her sleep, while draped seductively over her, "Sammy.....wake up.....I need you, baby," Brooke gently shook her brunette, and began to kiss her.

"Brooke?" Sam woke up slowly, her eyes fluttered open, and she looked down at her blond lover, "Brooke?"

"Yes, baby....I'm here," Brooke looked lovingly into her lover's eyes, and noticed a shadow of pain in them, "what is it, Sammy?"

"I just had the most awful dream, Brooke," Sam had started to cry.

"It was just a dream, Sammy......it can't hurt you. I won't let it."

"It seemed so real that it frightened me, Brooke."

"What did you dream, baby?"

"I.....I dreamed that you left me," now Sam began to cry.

Brooke tightened her arms around the girl, and began to kiss her, "that will never happen, Sammy.....its just a nightmare.....that's all it was."

"I dreamed that someone told you a lie about me....and that you believed them instead of me.....and you left me.....forever, Brooke."

"I would never do that to you, Sammy......you know that I can't live without you."

"Promise me, Brooke....no matter what happens.....that you'll never leave me.....promise me....." Sam was sobbing, her head buried in the blond's hair.

"Sammy," Brooke called gently, as she made the girl raise her head, "Sammy....look at me."

"Yes?"

"I promise you, Sammy.....no matter what happens.....I'll never leave you. I'll always love you."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

Samantha had calmed down now, and smiled her beautiful smile, making her lucious, ruby lips curl upwards, and her teary eyes glimmer, "thanks. I feel better now."

"Anything for my lady," Brooke managed to reply, for she too had begun to cry.

"Now....what is my lord's desire?" Sam whispered huskily, her voice becoming sultry, seductive, as she straddled an already aroused Brooke.

"I want you, Sammy.....only you."

The two girls made love tenderly; Brooke with passion, and desire, and Sam with a strange sense of foreboding.

Mondays at Kennedy High were unusually chaotic. The students of the school were stirred into a particular type of disorder that signaled a rebellious streak aimed at the fact that they would have to suffer through only one more day, and a half of school, before they reached the weekend; Nirvana, total freedom, until the return of Monday, and a new week of slavery to the educational grindstone.

Almost half of the day passed in a dreamlike haze for Brooke; she attended her classes, she took notes, she seemed to listen attentively to each one of her teachers, she seemed to have coherent answers to any question put to her. Yet, Brooke's mind was focused on her most recent bout of lovemaking with Sam, "I wish my Sammy was here." Brooke recalled that there was a strange, haunting quality in the kisses that Sam had given her; a fatal terminality in the girl's touch that had inwardly frightened the blond, "it was almost as if she was making love to me for the last time!"

"Brooke!"

Brooke's pleasant revelry of Sam was suddenly shattered by a foreign voice that seemed to invade her mind like a speeding eighteen wheeler on its last run.

"Brooke?"

"Oh....hi, Nicole."

"Yeah....hi," Nicole's mouth was suddenly dry, and she trembled, as she stood by the library table that Brooke sat at, with an open book before her. Nicole swallowed, suddenly at a loss for words. Nicole was usually, famously disrespectful to everyone, including her own mother. But the only person that the little blond respected, even loved, and adored was Brooke, who now sat before her with a questioning look in her eyes.

"Well?" Brooke asked, amused at the goofy look in Nicole's eyes, "are you just going to stare at me all day, or are you going to sit down?"

"Um.....yeah," Nicole replied, as she quickly pulled out a chair, and sat beside the beautiful, tall blond, "how are you, Brooke?" Nicole could have slapped herself for saying such inane things to her ex-lover.

"I'm doing well, Nic. How are you?"

"Not so good, Brooke. Since you left me....."

"Stop it, Nic. I don't want to hear anymore. I know where this conversation is going, and I am not interested."

"But why, Brooke?"

"No."

"Why can't I say it, Brooke? Why can't I say that I'm in love with you? I miss you. I was stupid to let you go for some stupid dream of being popular with everyone. I don't want any of this. I want you."

"I already made myself clear to you before, Nic. I'm in love with Sam. She is the one that I'm going to spend the rest of my life with."

"How can you be so sure of that, Brooke?"

"Because I am, Nic. Sam has always been my destiny. Because I was always in love with her; even when I was with you, and Josh."

Nicole winced at Brooke's cruel, harsh words, that stabbed her heart, "why did you give up cheerleading, Brooke?"

"Because I don't need it anymore to live, Nic. Can't you get it through your thick skull, that I don't have to live in a fantasy world to be happy now? I have Sammy, and she is all that I need. She gives me what you never could!"

"That little bitch has changed you, Brooke," Nicole whispered angrily through gritted teeth.

Brooke was deeply outraged at Nicole's portrayal of her precious lover, so that her hand came up, and she slapped Nicole soundly on the cheek, "I won't put up with ANYONE insulting Sammy," Brooke said firmly, as she stood up, gathered her books, and left the library, before anyone had time to tell her to lower her voice.

Nicole got up, gathered her own books, and followed Brooke out of the library, catching up to the tall girl just outside the entrance to the library, "when things get tough, you get pushy, Brooke. You act like a bully."

"Go away, Nic. You're beginning to get me angry. I don't need shit from you!"

"Just look at yourself, Brooke. Damn it, Brooke! Your hair is a mess, you don't fix yourself up anymore, and you've gained way too much weight! You look awful!"

"Sammy likes me just the way I am, Nic," Brooke replied with a smile.

"NO! That's not who you are, Brooke!"

Brooke sighed, and tried to calm herself, "do you know why I love Sammy so much, Nic?"

"No, Brooke. Enlighten me."

"Sam loves me for myself, Nic. She doesn't care how I look. She doesn't set up rules for me to follow like you, and Josh did. Sammy loves me unconditionally."

"Are you so sure of that, Brooke? Are you sure that Sam is always truthful to you, and faithful? Can you trust her unconditionally?"

"Be very careful of what you say to me, Nic. I used my open hand to slap you before. But next time, I swear I will use my fist on your face."

"I love you, Brooke. I have crawled on my hands, and knees for you so many times. I've done so much; so many dirty, cruel things for you. I have sold my soul for you. No one....not even your little Sammy will ever love you as much as I do!"

"You are such a liar, Nic," Brooke was enraged now, "you never cared about me. You always used me, because you thought that I was a magnet to meeting attractive guys."

"Sam will never be better than me," Nic replied with marked sarcasm, as she drowned in her own bitterness.

"Sam makes me feel things that you never could, Nic. With Sam I'm free to be anyone, anything that I want to be. She is a far better love than you will ever be!"

"Of course," Nic replied bitterly, "she's had so much experience."

"Just what do you mean, Nic?"

"She was Lily's lover, Brooke."

"That is in the past," Brooke replied hastily.

"Do you trust Sam completely, Brooke?"

"Yes. I do, Nic."

"What if Sam's lying to you, Brooke. What if she, and Lily are still lovers?"

"Nic....." Brooke could feel her temper flaring already, "be very careful of what you say.....because...."

"What if I can prove what I just said, Brooke? What would you do then?"

"I will never believe anything that you say, Nicole. I know my Sammy. She will never lie to me."

"I can go one better, Brooke. I can actually show you. Well?"

"STOP IT, NIC!" Brooke growled dangerously.

"Sam has been lying to you, Brooke. Right now, Sam is in the Novak with Lily. The two of them are making out!"

"How do you know this?"

"I got it from one of my cheerleaders, Brooke; from Popita. She saw Sam, and Lily go into the Novak just a few minutes ago. She said they were holding hands, and acting quite like lovers!"

"That is a lie," Brooke was almost gone now, and she was beginning to see red before her eyes.

"Just come with me, and see for yourself, Brooke!"

"NO!"

"If you don't come with me now, Brooke....you'll always wonder if it was true or not!"

"I'll go with you right now, Nic....just to prove that you are wrong."

"Fine," Nicole replied quickly, "let's go then."

"Okay, Nic. Let's go."

A reluctant, angry Brooke let herself be dragged along by a nervous, anxious Nicole toward the Novak.

Meanwhile, in the Novak, a confused Samantha comforted a crying, trembling Lily.

"But what's wrong, Lily? Aren't things going well with George?"

"No, Sammy," Lily said tearfully, "I'm breaking up with him. I can't stand to be around him anymore."

"But why, Lily?"

"I don't love George, Sammy.....I can't bear to have him touch me....I have to tell him the truth....it would be so much crueler to be with him, when I'm already in love with someone else anyway."

"Lily.....please don't say it."

"I can't keep it in anymore, Sammy.....I love you.....I love you so much!"

"I'm with Brooke, Lil.....you know I can't be with you.....its all just a dream!"

Lily moved from Sam's side, and stood in front of her, "its a dream that makes it possible for me to get up each day, Sam. This whole affair of you, and Brooke is so wrong. You know it is. I'm the one you really love."

"Lily....I love Brooke....."

"I know you do, Sammy.....in your own way....."

"That's what she keeps saying," Sam replied quietly.

"I know....you're going to say that you are with Brooke.....but its all wrong....it always will be, Sam. It doesn't add up at all," Lily said passionately, as she caressed Sam's face with her small hand.

"Its like algebra, Lil.....it doesn't make sense.....but its still there."

"I love you, Sammy.....you should be with me....not with Brooke!"

"Lily," Sam looked away guiltily, "please stop this."

"Sammy?" Lily's voice was now strained, "what's wrong? Have.....you fallen in love with her?"

"Yes," Sam replied softly.

"Oh....no.....Sammy....."

Suddenly, Lily heard the footsteps, and familiar voices coming from outside the door of the Novak, "its Nicole....and she's with Brooke.....this is it! This is the signal that Nic said she would give me....." Lily looked at Sam with adoration, "I'm so sorry, Sammy!'

"What do you mean, Lily?" Sam asked with a gentle smile.

"I can't help what I'm about to do! I'm desperately in love with you! I can't accept the fact that you're lost to me forever!"

At that very instant, the door of the Novak burst open, and Lily's battle with her noble inner core was overcome by her love, and need for Sam. Lily quickly seized Samantha by the collar of her shirt, and pulled her close, saying as she did, "I love you, Sam....I need you so much!"

"Lily...wait....don't!" Sam managed to say, as she finally realized what Lily was about to do, and what was about to happen. But it was to be too late, and the ravishing brunette's strange premonition was to come about.

Sam's voice, her desperate plea was silenced, as her full, ruby lips were covered by Lily's fiery, pink lips. Lily kissed Sam with unbridled desire, with passion, with need that rose from the deepest depths of her frenzied soul. Sam was helpless to stop the girl.

Nicole almost laughed in triumph as she entered the Novak, and saw the scene before her; a fiery, passionate Latina Lil kissing, and embracing Samantha. Nicole stifled her laughter, only to replace it with a fake look of surprise, "oh my God, Brooke! I was right! Look!" Then, a malevolent Nicole stepped aside.

"If this turns out to be a hoax, Nicole....I swear I'll....." Brooke was saying as she entered the Novak. Brooke stopped cold, and so it seemed her heart did also, as her eyes widened in utter horror, and shock, at the scene unfolding before her. In that instant, Brooke was both enraged, and broken hearted at the same time.

Brooke was overwhelmed by all of her dark emotions, as she slowly entered the Novak. The darkness that rose within the beautiful blond at the sight of her ravishing lover in the arms of her rival, drove her to face them with a reddened countenance, that had become a mask of fury, "how could you do this to me?" Brooke felt despair, anger, resentment, disenchantment flood over her all at once, as she centered her attention solely on Sam, thus ignoring Lily, "you....slut! Nicole was right about you! You're worthless!"

Samantha quickly pushed Lily away from her, as in desperation she realized that the love of her life was in peril, "BROOKE!" Sam's voice seemed ripped from her throat, pregnant with urgency, as she tried in vain to save herself from what she now knew was a treacherous trap, "this isn't what you think!"

Brooke was bewildered, her heart wounded deeply in the most intimate way, and she fought to stop the rush of tears that was rising to her eyes, "this isn't what it seems? I just saw you kissing Lily, Sam. I don't think it means anything else! You lied to me. All the times you said that you loved me.....you lied to me! You cheated on me with Lily!"

"Brooke....please don't say another word.....don't say something you'll regret....when it will be too late!" Sam cried out. The terrible look in her blond lover's eyes, told Samantha almost instantly that she was fighting an impossible, mammoth battle, "Brooke....this isn't what you think.....this is a trap....a trick.....its a lie....please believe me.....I've never cheated on you!"

"The only lie here is YOU!" an enraged, red faced Brooke yelled in response, "I've been wasting my time!"

"Brooke.....please believe me!" Sam cried out again, but knowing that it was far too late now. Sam knew that the damage had been done, "its all a trick.....Lily?"

"Oh," was all that a shamefaced Lily could say.

"Please....Lily...." Sam was in tears now, "tell her its all a lie....I won't be mad at you....please tell her," the girl pleaded desperately, "LILY PLEASE......help me.....I'm losing her!"

"She's telling the truth, Brooke," Lily said weakly, as she looked away, hiding her eyes, for fear of betraying herself, "I forced myself on Sam.....I initiated the kiss.....against her will.....she loves you....not me."

"Lily is just lying to protect you!" Brooke yelled, as she advanced threateningly on Sam.

Lily Esposito felt her Latin blood boil, her fiery heart burning within her bosom, as she stepped in front of Brooke, in a misguided gesture of protecting Sam, "you're quite a bully, McQueen!"

"You're just a bitch, Esposito!" Brooke replied with venom.

Lily felt a gentle hand on her shoulder, and she turned to see Sam restraining her, "Sam....what are you doing?"

"Lily....don't," Sam said painfully, "you're only making this worse.....just stay out of this."

"But....Sam...."

"No....Lily," Sam said firmly, as she gently pushed the little Latina out of the way, and stood defiantly before Brooke, "so.....Brooke.....are you going to hit me?"

"I certainly feel like it, Sam.....but I won't.....you're not even worth that!"

"Brooke," Sam said calmly, mustering all of her will, trying one last time to salvage her love for the lanky blond, "please....Nic planned all of this.....I have never cheated, or lied to you......please believe me.....you have to!"

Brooke didn't answer, and only looked away, diverting her eyes from Sam's painful stare. Brooke looked at Nic, who nodded in return. When Sam saw the look that Nicole gave Brooke, she stopped crying, and stiffened, straightened herself, and held her forehead high.

"Brooke," Sam said gently, "I won't beg anymore. You have a choice. Either you believe me, or Nicole. You pick between us."

What Brooke did next, she would later, deeply regret for a long time, and carry it within her heart as a secret wound. But at that moment, Brooke was blinded with rage, with jealousy, so that without blinking, without hesitation she answered quickly, "I believe Nicole."

At that very instant, Sam felt her heart breaking. But Sam's demeanor was not one of defeat, as the tears dried instantly from her sculpted, rosy cheeks, as her slender frame stretched out to its full height, making her seem taller, and she acquired a proud, dignified stance, and all emotion vanished from her beautiful face, "fine." Samantha gracefully turned away from Brooke, and walked toward the door of the Novak, passing Nicole on her way out, "spider," Sam whispered to Nicole, as she brushed past her, their reluctant bodies touching slightly.

"What?" Nicole was amazed at Sam's word, "what did you just call me?"

"Filthy little spider," Sam said softly, "you wove your web very well.....enjoy it....until another spider takes her from you." Then, Sam exited the Novak, leaving behind an angry blond, a guilt ridden brunette, and another blond gushing with triumph.

"It most certainly won't be you," Nicole replied, seething with jealousy.

"I'm leaving," Lily said to the walls of the Novak, for the other two women there ignored her.

"I feel like breaking every bone in your damn body, Esposito!" Brooke muttered angrily.

"It doesn't matter now," Lily said, and left.

"Its over," Nicole said to herself, watching as every piece of the puzzle fell into place, and Brooke fell into her arms once more.

Brooke felt a great void in her heart when Sam walked out of the Novak. For one moment, Brooke felt the almost overwhelming urge to run after Samantha, and beg her forgiveness on hands, and knees. But just as the thought of seeking Sam out crossed Brooke's mind, a voice stopped her from doing so.

"Brooke.....what are you going to do?" Nicole asked quietly.

"I....don't know," Brooke said, as she began to cry, "I'll just go to class now."

"You can't go back to class in the state that you're in, Brooke!"

"I don't have anything else to do," Brooke replied tearfully.

"Screw school!" Nicole exclaimed loudly, "why don't you, and I just get out of here, and go somewhere to talk....to be alone?"

"I can't, Nic.....not right now."

"Why not right now, Brooke.....because of Sam?"

"I should go after her.....what if she was right, Nic.....what if Sammy wasn't lying to me.....what if Lily was setting a trap for her to break us up?"

"You saw the two of them with your own eyes, Brooke.....there is no way that Sam is telling the truth.....any fool can see that she was cheating on you with Lily! You can't possibly humiliate yourself, and go back to her after what you just saw!"

"But....."

Nicole closed the gap that existed between her, and Brooke, and took the tall, lanky girl in her anxious arms, "you can't let that little bitch make a fool of you, Brooke.....you have to get back at her for cheating on you!"

"How, Nic?"

"By having sex with me, Brooke...." Nic whispered desperately, "that is the best way to get back at Samantha for lying to you! That will really piss her off, Brookie....because you did it with me.....and you know how much she despises me!"

"I think it would be better if I just went home right now, Nic.....I'm not in the mood for this."

"I love you, Brooke.....with all of my heart....I want to make love to you," Nicole said huskily, with rising passion, "I won't fence you in.....I won't ask for any guarantees.....I just want to take care of you.....please.....Brookie.....let me love you!"

No one really knew Brooke McQueen better than Nicole; both intimately, and socially. Nic had memorized every inch of Brooke's body, "that little bitch....Sam, will never know Brooke as well as I do.....she will never give Brookie as much pleasure as I can...." Nicole leaned into Brooke, and began to run her hands up, then down the girl's back, and to kiss her sensually on the lips, "you belong to me, Brookie.....you always have......you always will.....Sam only borrowed you for a little while," Nicole's hands had traveled up, one hand cupping one of Brooke's breasts, the other hand tangling its nervous fingers in the lanky blond's golden locks of hair, "I want to take care of you, Brooke....please let me," Nicole was now kissing Brooke's neck, and grinding suggestively into her. Nicole was almost on the verge of giving up, when she felt Brooke's arms come up, and wrap themselves around her narrow waist, pulling her into the tall girl's now aroused body. Brooke was kissing the short cheerleader back, and moaning at the same time. Nicole's heart was flooded with joy, for that meant that she had finally won, "this isn't the end of the affair," Nic thought to herself, "I still have one more card to play.....to make that little bitch, Sam, pay for that last comment she made to me.....I'm going to make her the most miserable creature on earth!" Nicole returned Brooke's kisses, and made some moans herself, "let's go somewhere private to get really cozy, Brookie.....what about the two of us sneaking off to the janitor's room for a while?"

"Oh.....yes," Brooke moaned softly, inflamed with deep lust.

Samantha seemed to meander through the next two hours of school in a daze, waiting anxiously for the almost impossible hope of Brooke coming to her, and making up to her, "she just needs some time to clear her head," Sam told herself, "Brooke wouldn't just throw away our love, after all that we've been through," Samantha was determined to forgive Brooke right away, and she was even willing to humiliate herself by getting down on her knees, and asking her blond lover to take her back, "I love Brooke.....I can't just let her go.....I wish that I knew where she was right now.....I'd go to her!" Sam could feel every part of her body yearn for her lanky, passionate blond lover's touch, "Brooke.....darling.....where are you?" Sam was so desperate to get Brooke back, that she decided to swallow her pride, and go look for Brooke, "I can't stand this anymore.....I love her so much! I'll explode if I don't feel Brooke's arms around me soon." The graceful, wraithlike girl felt her love for her lanky blond rise in her heart, so that her anger toward Brooke was forgotten, "I'll think of some way to convince Brooke that Nic is a liar! But I am definitely not going to ask Lily to help me with this.....I just can't trust her now!" Sam discreetly sneaked out of her class, and began to walk down the hall, toward the main entrance of the school. On her way down the hall, Sam was stopped by an anxious Mary Cherry.

"Sam....ah....can I tahk to ya?"

"Sure, Mary Cherry....what is it?"

"Um....its.....bout Brooke, Sa-man-tha."

"Yes?" Sam's heart was almost bursting with joy, "did Brooke send you to get me?"

"Yeah, Sam...." Mary Cherry looked away guiltily, not able to hold Sam's yearning, gentle gaze. Mary Cherry genuinely liked Sam, and didn't like what she was about to do to the girl at all; help evil Nicole Julian damage this tender, beautiful creature, "Brookie wants tah seeya, Sammy.....she's awaitin at the janitor's room fer ya....you know where's its gonna be?"

"Yes!" Samantha exclaimed happily, "I know where it is.....I'm on my way," the girl almost yelled, as she kissed the blond messenger quickly on the cheek, then sped down the hall, and away from the cheerleader, "thank you so much, Mary Cherry!"

"Oh my," was all that a blushing, trembling Mary Cherry could say, as she brought her hand up to her cheek, feeling soft thrills of pleasure run through her slender body. The gentle, southern cheerleader recalled the brief touch of Sam's full, velvety lips to her soft cheek, and she would carry the memory of it within her heart for the rest of her life, "ah do wish ah didn't have to obey that awful Nicole....Sammy is so much bettah as a freyand." Mary Cherry deeply wished that Sam had been destined for her, instead of Brooke.

Sam didn't bother to walk quickly, for she ran instead, flying down the halls of Kennedy High like the most beautiful bird ever seen. Her lithe, elegant form seemed to become almost a colorful blur, as Sam sped toward her destiny, her lover. Samantha caused heads to turn, and hearts to flutter with longing as she went by. But lovesick Samantha had given her gentle, trembling heart to the beautiful cheerleader named Brooke, "I love you so much, Brooke...."

Samantha fianlly ran past the girl's locker room, and reached the door of the janitor's small room, where she thought Brooke waited for her with a loving smile, and open arms. Sam was so anxious to see her lover, that she didn't even bother to knock on the door of the small room, but simply opened it, and rushed directly into the dimly lit room.

What Sam saw in that instant that she entered the room, would become a most painful memory, that she would carry in her heart for the rest of her life, and would painfully relive at night, amid her despair, despite the fact that she would be with another lover. Never, would Sam love anyone else with as much passion, and deep love, as what she had felt for Brooke. No other love would ever be as deep, as explosive for the graceful girl as was Brooke McQueen. Other lovers would come for Samantha, who's great, stunning beauty would ensure her that she would never sleep alone. But Samantha would always remember Brooke, as the greatest love of her life.

"Brooke!" Sam had burst into the janitor's room, her heart filled with joy, a smile upon her full lips, which vanished quickly, when she was met by the sight of Brooke, half undressed, lying on top of an almost nude, disheveled Nicole, and grinding into her.

Somewhere in the primal, sexual haze that covered her mind, Brooke looked up at the sound of a door opening suddenly, and the ring of a somewhat familiar voice that called out her name. Angry, resentful, bitter, dark, brooding, sweaty, tired, Brooke looked up, as she ground roughly into an equally aroused Nicole. Brooke came out of her sexual haze, as her eyes focused, and she finally recognized the figure standing beside the door of the janitor's room, "Sam?"

The sounds of Brooke's sexual grunts, and moans filled Sam's small ears. Brooke's familiar, sexual musk surrounded Samantha. At that very instant, Sam felt something explode inside of her, and she was almost sure that blood would come bursting from her eyes instead of tears. Then, Sam started shutting down inside, and a strange numbness began to overcome her, surrounding the stabbing pain that she had just begun to feel in her broken heart. Suddenly, Samantha felt absolutely.....nothing.

Brooke watched in utter fascination as Samantha's once expressive eyes became shinning, empty pools of pure obsidian, and the girl's brief, pained expression vanished, making her fine-features become veiled by a mask of cold calm, making her lovely face seem to be set in stone. Brooke watched with silent awe, as Sam turned wordlessly, then back away into the darkness that surrounded the door of the room, until she seemed to vanish completely into the shadows. Then, Brooke heard the door open, and shut. Brooke was now alone with Nicole, and her she was suddenly empty of all sexual desire. Now, Brooke felt sudden anger, and even repulsion toward Nicole.

"Brookie?" Nicole asked with apparent concern, "what's wrong, baby?"

Brooke quickly disengaged herself from Nicole, then sat up on the small bed she had been sharing with the pretty, short blond, "just leave me alone, Nic!"

Brooke shook her head, because she suddenly felt very, very sick inside, and she didn't know what to do to ease her pain.

Samantha walked calmly from the school, and she chose to cross the playing field, instead of going through the buildings. Sam walked blindly past the football players that were making their daily exercises. The girl walked along, almost seeming to glide like a fairy, over the short, plush, green grass of the field. Sam didn't notice anything around her, intent only on going home, then locking herself in her room to cry her heart out. The only thing that Sam wanted now, was to tear Brooke McQueen out of her broken heart as soon as possible. Sam was so absorbed in her painful thoughts, that she almost didn't hear the voice calling her.

"McPherson!"

Sam stopped in her hasty retreat, turned, then looked up in utter surprise at who had called her name, "Josh?"

"Yeah....how are you, McPherson?"

"I'm not feeling so good, Josh....."

"This sure feels weird, huh?"

"Yeah."

"We've never really spoken to each other, McPherson."

"Hhhhmmmm....I kind of noticed that, Josh."

"Yeah," Josh laughed, and his boyish face lit up, "so let's just start over."

"What?" Sam's brows furrowed in confusion.

Josh laughed once more, and extended his large, powerful hand out to the girl, "hi.....my name is Josh."

Suddenly, Sam smiled broadly, her beautiful face lit up, her heart lightened by the warmth that emanated from the tall, handsome jock, "nice to meet you, Josh....I'm Samantha.....Sam for short."

Then, both Sam, and Josh started laughing.

"Hey, Sam.....can I ask you something.....well....personal.....um.....I just heard it.....can I?"

"Go ahead, Josh.....or you won't be able to sleep all night thinking about it," Sam replied jokingly.

"Its all over school.....well it just seems that you're big news almost everyday now.....and the newest gossip is that you, and Brooke have split up.....is that so?"

"That was fast, Josh......yes.....I don't know who split up with who; who dump who.....me her, or her me.....but yes....I am no longer with Brooke now."

"Great!" Josh exclaimed suddenly, almost jumping for joy, but then bowed his head, and blushed, "um....I mean.....I am so sorry......"

"Yes, of course you are," Sam said with a knowing smirk.

"Hey....Sam?"

"Hhhhhmmmm?"

"Will you go out with me for coffee sometime, McPherson?"

"Maybe," the ravishing brunette replied in a soft, sultry tone of voice, adding a seductive smile to her ruby lips, and an erotic glint to her big eyes.

Josh Ford nearly wet his pants, at the sight of Samantha's beguiling smile directed at him. Josh had been thinking a lot about Sam lately, and she had even shown up often in his intimate, sexual dreams. Josh dreamed about caressing her voluptuous body, and running his fingers through her silky hair. Josh had envied Brooke almost to the point of utter hatred, for having had the good fortune of winning Sam's love. Now, the handsome athlete felt his heart flutter within his powerful chest, and he blushed like a shy schoolgirl, "maybe is almost a yes......only about an eighth away from a yes?"

"Haha," Sam replied, "its very, very close to a yes," then she turned, and walked away, but slowly now, not hurriedly as before, as when she wanted to do nothing but escape.

"What a woman," Josh said to himself, as he stood there for a few moments more, looking at the way the girl walked away, the way her hips swayed naturally, and the rest of her curvaceous body flowed, "a real woman," Josh had a goofy grin on his handsome face.

Samantha walked slowly across the field now. It would be a long walk home, but Sam felt it was necessary, since Brooke had driven her to school that day. Now, Sam wanted to put as much distanc as possible between herself, and her ex-lover. Sam couldn't help but smile at Josh's childish, exaggerated conduct, for he was indeed endearing, "he made me feel better, and I need that right now," the bruntte whispered to herself," for Sam knew that there was much pain, misery, and sadness lying in wait ahead for her, "its going to take some work....to get over this.....if I ever do......but I swear.....I promise myself that I will not shed a single tear for Brooke McQueen." Sam felt like a fractured statue, with parts falling away, getting smaller, and smaller, and losing her soul as she moved on, "next time....what will I do next time I fall in love? Will there even be a next time?" Now, Sam felt a sudden fear toward the idea of falling in love, toward having another lover, "can I after this? Can I trust someone again in that way?" The answer to the heartbroken girl's silent question came from within herself, "yes.....I will love again....." Sam continued to walk toward the street, to then make the long trek home, which comforted her, because it gave her much time to think, "home.....Lily......" Sam smiled, as she sensed the shade of a new love on the horizon of her heart, "Lily."

What Sam didn't see, as she became a distant silhouette, was the figure of Brooke watching her walk away.

chapter 18; The Rise of Starry Eyed Hopes

Jane was busy cooking in the kitchen, when she heard the phone ring. The pretty brunette put aside the knife, and the cutting board, and reached over to the wall, to retrieve the receiver from the telephone nearby, "hello?"

"Mom?"

"Brooke.....why aren't you, and Sam home yet? Isn't school over?" Jane said with a furrowed brow, as she glanced at the kitchen clock.

"Mom....I won't be coming home. I'm going to stay with Nicole for a few days."

"Brooke....what is going on? I don't think you should stay at Nicole's for so long without asking your father permission first."

"Mom.....I'm telling you, and you're my mother.....right.....isn't that enough?"

"Well.....yes.....I suppose so," Jane was quite surprised by Brooke's reasoning. But then, Jane sensed something was wrong, "tell me what's going on, Brooke? Why are you doing this? What's wrong?"

"Sam, and I broke up, mom," Brooke's voice was grave, even sad, "its best that I stay away for a few days....it will be awkward any other way."

Jane's heart shook at the news that Brooke had just given her, "what.....how?"

"Mom.....Sam will tell you everything when she comes home."

"Now just a minute, young lady," Jane exclaimed scoldingly, "I want you to come home immediately."

"Mom......I can't.....I just can't right now. I'm sorry.....but I'm just going to disobey you."

"Brooke.....this isn't like you! You have to come home!"

"Please tell dad about this, mom."

"Come home, and talk to him, to me, Brooke......"

"Bye, mom."

"Brooke.....wait!"

Brooke simply hung up, and Jane was left with the receiver still to her ear, and listening to the dial tone, "this isn't possible.....after all those girls went through to be together....how could they just let it end so soon?" Then, Jane heard the front door open, then slam, "that must be Sam.....its too early for Mike to come home." Jane rushed out of the kitchen, and into the large living room, "Sammy?" When Jane entered the living room, she was shocked to see her daughter, Samantha standing beside the stairs, trembling, and crying. Jane rushed to the girl, and embraced her, "Sammy.....baby.....what happened?"

"Oh....mommy!" Sam was sobbing uncontrollably, "I'm so sorry.....so sorry."

Jane was frightened at the intensity of her daughter's sobs, which seemed to become progressively more like convulsions, "OH....SAM!" Jane felt cold terror grip her heart, at the thought that the girl was dying, "what am I to do?" Just then, the front door of the McQueen residence opened, and Mike walked in.

"Hun?" Mike called to his wife, his back still facing the door, "I made a short day at work......dinner ready?"

"MIKE!" Jane yelled, "HELP ME, MIKE! SAMMY IS CHOKING!"

"OH NO!" Mike screamed, as he darted toward the two women, not knowing the cause of his step-daughter's blight, but that he had to aid her quickly, "what happened?" Mike seized the girl in his arms, then shook her violently, "Sam! Sam!" the tall man yelled, "STOP IT, SAMANTHA!"

Sam fainted in Mike's arms, and Jane screamed at the sight of it, "my little girl is dead!" the woman cried out in anguish.

"Quick, Jane!" Mike cried, "get a cloth, and dip it in water......bring it here to me!"

"Is she....?"

"No, Jane.....Sammy's just fainted, that's all. Now hurry....."

Jane took large, quick steps to the kitchen, and brought back a cold cloth that she promptly handed to her husband, "Mike.....will she be okay?"

"Yes, hun," Mike replied soothingly, as he sat down on the living room couch with Sam in his arms, and began to dab her face with the cold cloth, "she's fainted....but why was she in such a terrible state?"

"Brooke broke up with her, Mike," Jane said quickly, "Brooke called to say that she was staying with Nicole for a few days."

"Oh no she is NOT!" Mike exclaimed angrily, "I want that brat home immediately!"

Mike's loud, angry exclamation made Samantha return to consciousness, "mom....Mike?"

"Quick, Jane....take Sam's shoes off!"

"Yeah, good idea," Jane replied, as she hurriedly leaned down, and proceeded to strip her daughter of her sneakers, "Sam....tell us what happened."

"Brooke.....doesn't love me anymore.....she.....she left me for Nicole!"

"No....that can't be possible," Mike said.

Sam simply turned in Mike's strong arms, buried her face in the crook of his neck and began to cry, as she tried to relate what had occurred; "Nic tricked Brooke into thinking that.....I was cheating on her with Lily....Brooke believed her, and not me!"

"I'm going to fetch Brooke right now!" Mike yelled angrily, his handsome face was beginning to redden, "we are going to straighten this out!"

"No....Mike....please don't," a considerably calmer Samantha pleaded with her step-father.

"Why not, Sammy?" Mike asked.

"Yes.....Sam.....it was all a misunderstanding," Jane added.

"I was sent for....I thought it was Brooke.....I went to meet her in the janitor's room....I found her with.....Nic.....they were both having sex," Sam related painfully, "I.....don't want her back!"

"But....Sam," Jane said softly, as she leaned over, and squeezed her daughter's trembling shoulder, "you love her.....you can't just give up on her so easily!"

"I don't want her back!" Sam said firmly, as she reached out with her free hand, and caught her mother's hand, and squeezing it, while she still clung to Mike, "I don't want her back," the girl reiterated with a vengeance.

"I agree," Mike said quietly, as he cradled the girl in his arms, "she's right, Jane.....Sammy is right."

"But.....Mike," Jane said, "Brooke is your daughter.....you have to hear her out."

"Sam is my daughter too, Jane," Mike replied dryly, "and she came home to us.....Brooke didn't. Brooke chose to stay away. I'm with Sam. Who's side are you on, Jane?"

"I'm with you, and Sam," Jane replied quietly, noting that her husband was correct in his views on the subject of Sam, and Brooke, "you are completely right.....Brooke didn't come home."

"Sam?"

"Yeah, Mike?"

"I'm going to take you upstairs to your room," Mike said sternly, "I want you to get some sleep. Is that clear?"

"Yeah, Mike. Its clear," the girl said softly.

"I'll take dinner up to you later, Sam," Jane called out, as she watched Mike climb the stairs with Samantha in his arms.

Mike ascended the stairs with the precious bundle in his arms, then walked down the hall, and entered Sam's room, and deposited the girl on her bed, "get some sleep, young lady," Mike said soothingly, as he pulled back the bed sheets, and proceeded to cover her, "everything will be alright."

"I don't have much of an appetite, Mike," Sam said sadly, as she turned to face away from him.

"Your mom is going through so much trouble cooking, Sammy," Mike said softly, "are you going to make her work for nothing? Can't you eat a little?"

"Yes," the girl sighed, as she turned on the bed, and faced Mike, "alright, I can try to eat something," she smiled up at the man's kind, concerned face.

"Good," Mike said, as he leaned down, and kissed Sam's forehead, "are you feeling better now?"

"Yeah, Mike.....thanks," Sam did indeed feel better.

Mike turned, and was about to leave, when he heard Sam call out softly to him, "Mike.....can I talk to Lily? Can I go sleep over at her house?"

"You can talk to Lily later after you get some sleep, Sammy," Mike said quietly, "and if you're better, she can come stay here with you for the night. But I don't want you leaving this house. Clear?"

"Clear, teddy bear," Sam replied as she turned in her bed, wrapped her arms around her pillow, and closed her eyes.

Mike turned, and left the room. He shut the door of the room behind him, and walked down the hall toward the stairs. Along the way, Mike felt tears streaming down his cheeks, and his heart almost jumping with joy at the tender pet name that Samantha had just called him. Mike sighed, then became angry at the thought that his biological daughter should have come to him, but didn't, "how ironic.....I always thought that Sammy hated me.....and she's the one to come running to me.....my adopted daughter....and not my real daughter who prefers to take refuge in the house of a common slut!" It was as if Mike had been stabbed through the heart by his own golden girl, his precious baby, Brooke, "I don't think that I can forgive her."

Upon finding herself alone, Sam could no longer hold back the tears, and she began to cry once more, "I thought that she loved me," Sam whined, muffling her crying into the plushness of her pillow, "how could she believe Nicole instead of me?" Sam's heart was filled with pain, but also with a rising tide of anger, resentment bordering on hatred, and also bitterness, "she promised never to leave me.....but she lied to me! Brooke is a damned bitch.....a liar!" Now, Sam held on to her pillow for dear life, as the sobs overtook her once more, "I hate her! I'll never speak to her again!"

Sam's cell phone rang, and she sat up in bed to fish it out of her pocket, "yeah?"

"Sammy?" a sweet voice called out from the other end, "can we talk? Are you mad at me?"

"No....I'm not mad at you, Lily," Samantha answered, still sobbing.

"Oh....my God....Sammy....I'm so sorry for everything.....I wish....um.....can I come over to see you?"

"I need some time alone, Lil.....maybe later.....okay?"

"Sammy.....I love you....."

"I love you too, Lily," Sam replied amid her tears, in a shaky voice.

"Oh....Sam," Lily's voice broke, and sounds of crying filled her voice as well, "I helped Nicole.....please don't be mad at me," Lily's voice had become almost childlike, "if you push me away.....I'll die."

"I'm not mad at you, Lily.....my little Lil....I need you so very much....if I turn you away....I'll be all alone....and I'll die," Sam was crying so piteously now.

"Sammy....oh....Sam....."

Samantha was crying, and her nerves were on fire, and her words spilled from her lips like a gushing torrent of water, "I thought she loved me, Lily.....she said that she loved me....she promised never to leave me! I loved her so much, Lily....I adored her....I worshiped her.....but it was all a lie! She still loved Nicole!"

"Sam....I swear....if it had been me in her place.....I never would have picked Nic over you.....I swear it on my mom's head....and I do wish that you'd let me come over, and hold you....oh please let me."

"I need to be alone right now, Lily," Sam felt so very tired, as if she were a hundred years old instead of seventeen, "give me some time to myself. Then....I'll call you....okay?"

"Okay, Sammy," Lily replied delicately, "I'll wait for you.....even if it takes forever."

"You can be so silly sometimes, my little Lily," Sam laughed a little, and the smile remained on her face.

"You aren't alone, Sammy. I love you with all of my heart....and this is our chance to be together.....I'll let you rest now.....but I'll be waiting for you to call me."

"Goodnight, my little Lil," Sam said tenderly.

"Goodnight, darling," Lily replied huskily.

Sam closed the cell phone, and placed it on the night table beside her bed. Then, a small wave of relief, of peace seemed to fill Sam's broken heart, so that her sobbing died down, and her eyes dried. Samantha settled back on her bed, and lay her head on her pillow, will clinging to the memory of Lily's voice, to the memory of her tender promise of love, to her faithfulness, to her gentle presence. Sam filled her mind with images, with memories of Lily, as she took her diary from where Brooke had left it that morning before getting out of bed to go prepare for school. Sam clutched her leather covered diary to her bosom, and then fell asleep with a small smile on her beautiful countenance.

For the next day, and a half, Samantha existed in total darkness. The girl's ordeal had begun on Friday afternoon, and she took to her bed, never rising from it. Sam spent the passing hours reading her diary, and re-reading the parts where she spoke about Lily, about falling in love with her. Sam thought of nothing, of no one but Lily. Then, Sam would sleep, and dream about Lily. Several times during the day, Samantha would call Lily, and speak to the girl. The two, young women would talk for at least an hour, during which Sam would pour out her heart, and soul, and Lily would console her. Eventually, Sam felt her pain passing, and her heart coming alive once more. Finally, Sam had achieved what she wanted; she had fallen in love with Lily once more. On Saturday evening, Samantha emerged from her room with a smile, and confronted her parents.

"Sam?" Jane called her daughter from the edge of the stairs, "are you coming down for dinner this evening?" Jane's strong voice traveled upstairs, bearing its weight all the way to the girl's bedroom door.

"Yes, mom," Sam's echo, which floated back to Jane, replied chirpily, "I'm coming down soon. Give me another two minutes."

"We'll start without you, then, Sam. So just hurry up," Jane shot back testily. Then, Jane turned, crossed the living room, and entered the kitchen. Jane sat back down at the kitchen table, next to Mike, who was waiting to begin picking at his meatloaf.

"Is she coming?" Mike asked anxiously, for his step-daughter had lately become his life, consuming a good portion of his thoughts, and his heart, "is she finally leaving her room, Jane?"

"Yeah," Jane replied with a smile, "Sammy's coming down to dinner, and she sounds like she's in a good mood, Mike."

Mike sighed with relief, "she's finally started to get over Brooke. For a moment there, I thought that Sam was going to need therapy."

Jane just stared at Mike for a moment, before she started eating, and suddenly it was as if she was falling in love with him all over again. Mike noticed his attractive wife's piercing gaze, and looked back at her quizzically.

"What are you staring at, Jane?"

"Oh, just you, Mike. You never cease to amaze me."

"What do you mean?" Mike asked with a smile.

"Its just that you've suddenly taken to Sam lately in such a deep way, that it almost seems as if you were her real father. I'm just surprised because usually step-fathers are somewhat aloof towards step-children."

"Well, Jane, its not like I'm not her father figure. Her real dad, Joe, died when she was just a small child. Sam hasn't had a true, paternal role model in her life, and now she has me. Besides, if you really look at how things have turned out, Sam is acting like a real daughter towards me; she respects me, and treats me like her real father. Even though Sam calls me by my first name; she comes home when she is in pain, considering this as her refuge, and thinks of me as her protector. How can I act in any other way toward Sam? Yes. I do think of Sam as mine, considering that my real daughter is not here."

"What Brooke did really hurt you, Mike?"

"Brooke's actions have offended me deeply, besides hurting my pride as a father," Mike replied sadly.

"Oh, Mike, I am so sorry," Jane said softly, with concern, as she took Mike's hand in her own, squeezing it fondly.

"I'll survive," Mike replied with a smile, as he leaned over, and kissed his pretty wife on the cheek.

Suddenly, both Mike, and Jane turned to see Sam standing at the entrance to the kitchen, with a small smile on her beautiful face, "gosh, Mike, I think you should practice your aim. You're missing mom's lips by a good half mile," the girl giggled as she sat at the kitchen table, and reached for the plate of food that Jane had prepared for her.

Mike was blushing hotly, almost as much as Jane, but he cleared his throat, trying not to smile, "so, young lady, are you feeling better now?"

"Yes," Sam replied with a smile, "thank you Mike. I'm better. I wanted to ask you, and mom, if I could possibly go out tonight."

"You're very spruced up, Sam," Jane said admiringly, "is it a date?"

"Yes, I suppose," Sam answered honestly, "with Lily. May I spend the night at her house?"

"You have to promise to call us to go fetch you if you don't feel well," Mike said quickly, "you have to call us if you, and Lily intend to go out, and you have to call us anyway."

"Yes, MOM!" Sam replied, with a mocking glare directed at Mike, "I think you've switched bodies, and somehow ended up inside of Mike."

"Take it or leave it, Sam," Mike countered firmly, as he crossed his arms, and tapped his foot underneath the table.

"May I also spend the day with Lily tomorrow, and go to the movies with her?"

"You have to spend the day with her here, Samantha!" Mike replied stiffly.

"Deal, MOM," Sam emphasized once more, "but you have to drive us to the video store to pick out the movies."

"Deal," Mike replied with a smile, and another tap from his foot.

"Thanks, MOM," Samantha giggled, as she began to eat her dinner, and glance at Jane, who was suddenly silent during the entire exchange between step-father, and step-daughter.

"I do believe that I was the one who gave birth to you?" Jane said, sounding a bit jealous, "or have I lost my job?"

Mike, and Sam had started laughing at a confused Jane, who just glared at them. Twenty minutes had passed, and all three had almost finished dinner, when a car horn sounded, and there was a knock on the front door. For a brief instant, Mike's heart jumped, and he thought that perhaps Brooke had finally come home. Mike's heart fell into sadness once more, as he heard Sam's words.

"That must be Lily, and her mom coming to pick me up," Sam exclaimed happily, as she put her dish in the sink, and went to answer the door.

"Its not Brooke," Mike said quietly, as a sullen veil fell over his handsome face, "she's not coming home."

"I could call her," Jane said softly, "and tell her to come, Mike."

"That would be worse," Mike replied, as anger took hold of his heart, "it would be by force. I wish she had come home of her own volition, like Sam did. The moment that Sammy felt pain, she came home to us. Brooke didn't. She's with that slut!"

Samantha eagerly rushed to the door, "I'm coming, Lily!" the girl cried joyfully, as she opened the front door. Sam beamed, and gave Lily, who stood at the door, a toothy grin, "oh, Lily, you look so pretty."

Lily blushed, and looked down, as she stood stiffly at the front door of the McQueen residence, wearing her tight, light blue jeans, black moccasins, light make-up, and her hair pulled back in a bun, "so do you, Sammy." Lily smiled, feeling her insides warm up, as she surveyed the love of her life, Sam, who was wearing a tight, black pants, ankle high boots, a tight, dark blue tank top, her dark hair loose around her shoulders, and just a touch of make-up to enhance her rosy cheeks, and her ruby lips, "wow, Sammy," Lily felt her heart racing so fast, it almost seemed like she had a hammer pounding against her ribcage, "you're beautiful!" Lily handed the ravishing brunette who stood before her the bouquet of flowers that she had in her trembling hand, "you look like a model!"

"You flatterer," Sam replied saucily, "I'll bet you say that to all the girls."

Lily was simply stunned by Sam's sultry voice, and by the erotic glimmer in her shining eyes. Lily felt her legs turning to jelly, and would have fallen, if her mother, Gloria, had not come up behind her.

"Lily," Gloria Esposito said with a smile, "stop dawdling."

Meanwhile, Mike, and Jane watched the proceedings from a few feet away, and whispered to each other.

"I was right, Mike. Sam is going on a date with Lily."

"Sam is so very beautiful," Mike answered dreamily, "she'd even look good in a potato sack."

Jane simply stared back at her handsome husband, Mike.

"What?" Mike asked, as he noticed his wife staring.

"You do sound like her mother," Jane replied in amazement.

"Oh, we can both share the job, baby," Mike laughed, and winked at the woman, "come in, Mrs. Esposito," Mike said loudly, as he watched Jane almost choke on her saliva.

"Call me Gloria," Lily's mom said with a smile, as she entered the house.

"I'm Mike, and this is Jane," Mike said, as he took Gloria's hand in a warm handshake, "are the girls going anywhere else, besides having a sleep over, Gloria?"

"Mr. McQueen," Lily said nervously, "Mrs. McQueen, I would like to ask your permission to take Sam out tonight?"

"It seems the girls are sweet on each other," Gloria whispered to Mike, and to Jane, "I do hope its alright?"

"Doesn't it bother you, Gloria," Jane discreetly asked the smiling, gentle faced woman, "that Lily is gay?"

"Actually, Jane, I've known it for a long time," Gloria replied softly, "Lily has been in love with Samantha for almost her entire life. This is no surprise for me. I just try to support Lily, because she is a wonderful daughter, gay or not."

"Please, Mr. and Mrs. McQueen," Lily asked politely, trying desperately to hide the pleading tone in her shaky voice, "may I take Sam out? She will be staying at my house anyway, but I thought that it would be correct to ask you."

"Yes, it is quite fine, Lily," Jane replied, as she looked at her husband, "is alright with you as well, MOM?"

"Sure," Mike said with a smile, "I'm fine with this. Yes, Lily, you may take Sam out, but I want her home early by eleven o'clock. Is that understood?"

"I'll make sure that both girls are in bed by then, Mike," Gloria replied confidently.

"What is going on, Sammy?" Lily discreetly asked her friend.

"It seems that Mike is taking over as my mom," Sam replied with a smile, "two moms now, so I desperately want to go, Lil!" then, Samantha turned, and kissed each one of her doting protectors, Mike, and Jane on the cheek, "goodnight, MOMS. I promise to be good!" With that said, the gorgeous girl walked out of the door, with Lily in tow, followed by Gloria, who waved at Sam's parents.

"Goodnight, Mike, Jane."

"Night," both Mike, and Jane replied, as they watched the two girls, and Gloria get into the woman's 1978, tan, station wagon, and drive off. Then, Jane closed the door, and turned to Mike.

"Want to watch some TV, Mike boy?"

"Of course, Jane girl," the handsome man answered seductively to his smiling wife.

Meanwhile, a beautiful, new saga unfolded for an eager, yet weary soul named Samantha.

"Mom?"

"Yes, Lily?"

"Since I got my driver's license three months ago," Lily said slowly, as if to remind her smiling mother that she was quite an adult, because she was allowed to drive now, "why don't I drop you off at home, and you let me use the station wagon to take Sam to the bay?"

"I don't know, Lily," Gloria was thoughtful, "you've never driven by yourself, and..."

"Oh, MOM!" Lily exclaimed ashamedly, "I'm a woman now! I even have a job!"

"Eh, well I suppose I should give you a chance," Gloria replied, "but you have to promise to be at home by eleven!"

Lily laughed, and hugged her mom, who nearly swerved off the road, as she drove, "THANKS, MOMMY!" a delighted Lily squealed, as Sam who sat beside her on the front seat, began to laugh.

Finally, Gloria parked the car in front of her home, got out of the driver seat, and handed the keys to an anxious Lily, who got in behind the wheel, "be careful, Lily. This is our only car. Don't speed."

"Yes, mom," Lily replied with a smile, as she put the key in the ignition, and turned on the engine, feeling a surge of pure pleasure, and power as she did, "I promise."

Gloria stepped back, and was about to wave, but she watched in utter horror, as Lily put her foot down mightily on the accelerator, and sped off, "LILY!"

It seemed to Lily that she ruled the world because she had Sam, the queen of her heart sitting beside her. So Lily turned off the more civilized, populated roads of the town, and onto the open highway, where she really opened up the engine full blast, and made the car speed along, almost making it seem like it was riding upon a furious wind. Lily leaned over quickly, and turned the radio on, then turned the volume up full blast, so that the force of the sound was almost as violent as the wind that blew around her, and Sam.

"So where are we going, Lily?" Sam asked, "to the Kissing Hills to make out?"

"Well we are going past there," Lily replied without taking her eyes off the road, "but to the bay instead, Sammy."

"Oh," Sam said, "so, no Kissing Hills?"

"Only if you have a cheap date," Lily smiled broadly, "but you're not a cheap date. No. You have class, Samantha."

"Please, Lil. You are so corny sometimes," Sam said, as she scooted closer to her companion.

"Honest to God, Sammy," Lily replied, as she took one hand off the steering wheel, and put it on her brunette's thigh, "Cayuga Bay is just a bit further than the Kissing Hills, and that's where I'm taking you. We are going for a walk by the bay, and later if you want, we can pretend to both be cheap, and go to the Kissing Hills."

"I never thought that you could be so romantic, Lily."

"You can't even imagine, Sammy, how many times I've dreamed about us together."

"Oh, Lily," Sam was so moved, that her voice died in her throat, after the mention of her pretty lover's name, escaped her lips. Sam's heart was flooded by a gushing, overwhelming emotion of deep tenderness.

"Sam.....there is something that I have to do," the pretty Latina said, as she gently eased the station wagon off the road, and onto the side. Then, Lily leaned toward Samantha, and tenderly kissed her for several seconds. Lily broke the kiss, and moved back, "Sammy?"

Samantha was at that moment, traveling at least a million star miles away in space, thrown into absolute ecstacy from Lily's soft kiss, "problem, Lil," the girl replied quietly.

"What? Oh, Sam....I'm sorry if it was too soon to kiss you!"

"You didn't give me any tongue!" Sam replied saucily, "it was much too tame."

"Hhhmmm," Lily was smiling broadly, "I think that I can fix that," she leaned into Sam once more, but this time she did it suggestively, pressing her breasts, and hardened nipples into the other girl. Then, Lily assaulted Sam's full lips with a passion she never knew that she had. After several minutes of sucking on Sam's lower lip, and licking her tongue, an exhausted Lily pulled away, "if you say that one isn't a little better.....we can practice some more?"

"That was just fine," Sam replied dreamily, as she rewarded Lily with a toothy grin.

"Then live on that for now," Lily said firmly, "I have places to take you to!"

"Slave driver," Samantha retorted playfully.

"Wait til you see me in leather, Sammy," Lily replied with a smirk, "then you can call me slavedriver.....after you scream my name in the throes of ecstacy!"

"Oh my God!" Samantha's dark eyes nearly popped out of her beautiful head, "Lily?"

Lily simply kept wearing the same, confident smirk, as she drove the station wagon smoothly, making it almost seem as if it were wearing sails, "we're almost there, Sammy," the pretty girl said in a soft voice, as she turned off the highway, "can't you see the ocean?"

"Yes," Sam replied dreamily, as her mind continued to contemplate the image of Lily in leather, and the feel of her warm, moist kisses, "its beautiful under the setting sun."

An incredibly beautiful panorama spread out before the eyes of the two, teenage girls, as their car moved along the coast; the setting sun was bathed in an orange glow, that reflected off the gray clouds in varying tones of pale to bright pink, and then reflected off the serene ocean surface in shades of gray, and lilac, that returned back to the sky in subdued tones of blue, and gold. Finally, Lily reached the parking lot of the bay, found a suitable parking spot near the water, and left her station wagon. Then, Lily got out of her car, walked around to the other side, and gallantly opened the door for her beautiful companion, Samantha.

"Lily," Sam whispered in awe, "you're so chivalrous."

"Oh, come on," Lily smiled, as she took her date by the hand, and led her off the parking lot, and onto the bright, green grass at the edge of the bay.

No words were spoken between the two, dreamy, romantic souls, who walked by the side of the bay, and looked out onto the ocean's surface, as it glittered under the last rays of a dying sun. Lily gently pulled Sam close to her side, and wrapped her slender arm around the girl's tiny waist. Sam retaliated by draping her arm about the pretty Latina's firm shoulders. The girls went on, walking slowly, their bodies pressed against each other, basking in each other's warmth. Thoughts, and feelings were conveyed between them in the form of delicate sighs, and tender glances, as they watched the setting sun slowly sinking into the arms of the expectant horizon. Lily, and Sam walked for almost an hour, along a worn path that bordered just on the edge of the bay, that brought the serene, bay waters almost to their feet. Finally, the girls stood at the dock, and stared in silence at the heavy, bluish, gray mantle of night that now embraced the dying day.

"Sam," Lily whispered, "are you absolutely sure that you're not at all mad at me for helping Nicole separate you from Brooke?"

"No, Lily," Sam replied firmly, "I can't blame you at all. It was all up to Brooke. If she had believed me, you, and I wouldn't be here now."

"I can't help myself, Sam. I'm so very glad that she failed you. Now, I have a chance to be happy."

"Is that what you think, Lily? That being with me is your chance to be happy?"

"You are my only chance for happiness, Sammy. I've known it since I was nine years old."

"What?" Sam was incredulous.

"That was when I first fell in love with you, Sammy. I've been pining away for you since then."

"Oh...Lily," Samantha said in a velvety, sultry voice, as she pulled her friend into a gentle embrace, "no one has ever said that to me....no one has ever wanted me so much."

"I've always loved you, Sammy. I've always thought that you were the only lover that I ever really wanted. Having you by my side is all that I need to be complete."

"Lily," Samantha's voice had become soft, seductive, as she leaned into the trembling girl in her arms.

Lily suddenly felt as if she was going to die, then explode, then float away, as she watched Sam leaning down toward her, as the beauty's crimson lips approached her own, suddenly dry lips. Lily was trembling so hard, that she could have sworn that her head was spinning, and her heart was beating like a drum, "oh....my God! Sam is in love with me!" This was what Lily had always dreamt of; seeing

that smouldering, passionate gaze of desire, of love in her beloved's eyes, only for her, "Sam loves me. Sam loves me. Sam loves me," the girl chanted within herself, as thick tears streamed down her cheeks, "its finally happened. What I always thought was completely impossible; Sam is mine."

"Baby?" Sam stepped back from her lover, when she felt the light, lightly salty taste of the girl's tears on her full lips, "why are you crying?"

"Because you love me," was all that Lily could mutter through her quiet sobs, as she clung to her beautiful lover.

"Yes, Lily. I love you. I don't miss Brooke anymore. The pain I felt is gone. You saved my heart. You took it back from her."

"Oh," Lily was still crying, "I still can't believe it, Sammy. I'm still scared that I'll wake up, and all of this will just be another one of my dreams."

"Its not a dream, Lily. This is for real. I'm in love with you."

"I feel so undeserving of you, Sam."

"Hey," Sam said softly, as she tenderly stroked her pretty friend's dark, thick locks, "why don't you take me to the Kissing Hills?"

"But....."

"Don't you want to make out for a while, before we go back to your house, Lil?"

"Oh YEAH!" Lily exclaimed suddenly, as she stepped back from Sam, then the girl covered her mouth momentarily, as she blushed profusely for her enthusiasm, for her apparent lust, and arousal, "I mean.....yes, Sammy. I would love to go to the Kissing Hills with you."

Samantha was smirking, making her full lips curl in the most seductive way, "then, let's get going. The sun is down, its too dark to hang around here anymore, but it's the perfect time for necking over at the hills."

Lily's response came in actions, as she took Sam's hand in her own, and walked vigorously back to the bay's parking lot, with her friend in tow.

"Lily, slow down," Sam laughed at her lover's, lustful impatience.

"Not till you, and I are at the Kissing Hills," Lily said, almost out of breath, "and I have my hand in your....."

"LILY!" Sam exclaimed in shock.

Finally, after a lot of mental cussing, low muttering, evident discomfort, and anger at how far she had parked, an exhausted Lily Esposito reached her car, tugging her precious bundle after her, "FINALLY!" Lily exclaimed, as she opened the door on the passenger side of the car, and ushered her ravishing girlfriend inside. Then, Lily ran around to the other side, and practically jumped behind the wheel, then turned on the car engine, put her foot down on the accelerator, and took off at great speed out of the Cayuga Bay parking lot.

"Easy," Sam said to a nervous Lily, "don't go so fast, Lil."

"Okay," Lily said, as she slowed down considerably, "okay.....right."

Just when Lily decided to slow down the station wagon to an acceptable speed, it was then, that a police car turned onto the highway from a dark corner, and drove right by them in apparent haste. At that moment, Lily stopped the car completely, as a sudden wave of fear, mingled with nerves seized her,"that was close!"Lily cried, trembling as she did, "much too close for comfort!"

"Come on, Lily," Sam retorted, also steeped in awe at their almost miraculous salvation from a speeding ticket, "just be careful the rest of the way."

"Oh, I most definitely will," the smaller brunette replied fearfully, as she now drove soberly the rest of the way to the Kissing Hills.

After about twenty minutes of conservative driving, Lily's heart lurched with joy, as she turned the car off the highway, and onto a dusty, dark path that wove into the woods, and around the series of hills that had been baptized "Kissing Hills," by at least two, or three generations of teenagers now removed from Lily, Sam, and the rest of the student population of Kennedy High. Lily drove her car slowly over the rocky, uneven path. On the way, the girls passed countless cars filled with clandestine lovers like themselves, who had come to this same place, seeking the chance of discreet, yet fervent lovemaking in the concealing, shadowy arms of night. Lily turned off the path, and onto a field of plush grass, drove a few yards further, then finally stopped the car, dimmed the headlights, and turned off the car engine, "we're here," the girl said quietly, as she turned to look at her beautiful companion.

"Yes," Samantha replied, somewhat wistfully, as she unwillingly recalled the first time she had come to the infamous hills, with Harrison, fleeing from the memory of Brooke, and her caresses.

"You're thinking of....her, Sammy?"

"Yes, I am," Sam said quietly, "and of Harrison."

Lily started to giggle, "now that isn't a very romantic thought," as she too envisioned the now, social pariah of Kennedy High, Harrison, "Nicole really did a job on him. Now, no girl in the entire school wants him."

"Poor Harrison," Sam drawled in mock pity.

"Enough of that," Lily whispered, as she moved closer to her companion, "I most certainly don't want any ghosts between us, Sammy.....and I have to ask this right now....is Brooke here between us....at this moment?"

"No. She's not," Samantha replied firmly, "only you, and I are here," the ravishing brunette moved closer to her expectant lover.

"That's just fine," Lily murmured, as her heart began to beat madly, her thinking slowed to a crawl, the closer she got to Samantha.

"Fine," Sam replied, leaving the word dangling amid a sigh, as she leaned in closer to Lily, matching the other girl's delicate progress, and feeling her heart flutter at her friend's nearness.

Sam, and Lily's thoughts, and words ended like a narrow path with no outlet, as they finally merged into one single breath, one single sigh, and their lips met in a tender kiss. The two girls brought their arms up, carefully embracing each other, drawing nearer in velvety slowness, as their lips parted, and their tongues finally touched. Lily moaned into the kiss, as she began to gently suck Sam's lower lip. Sam tilted her head, and brought her face closer to Lily's, feeling the other girl's cheeks brush against her own.

Their lovemaking commenced slowly, tentatively, as their hands came up, and began to explore hidden, mysterious territory. The two girls had made love before, but it had been a hasty affair. But now, this was truly their beginning, as they now entered into the portals of a slow, deliberate intimacy.

The kiss between the girls began slowly, but then became frantic, as their tongues entwined, and their saliva ran as one single spring. The sound of their kisses echoed in the stillness inside the car, in the surrounding night, as one battled for dominance over the other. Finally, Sam, and Lily had to stop, a brief pause on their road to love, for they were exhausted. Lily gazed piercingly into Samantha's eyes, with desire, with need, as her fingers began to lift the girl's top off. Sam lifted her slender arms, and leaned forward, helping Lily ease her tank top off her body. Now, Lily gazed in wonder at Sam's bare chest.

"Touch me," Sam whispered amid a passionate sigh.

"Sammy," was Lily's velvety reply, as her anxious, trembling hands came up slowly, and began to stroke her brunette's pale, full, firm orbs, "you are.....so beautiful," the little Latina's voice cracked with sentiment, and almost drowned in her throat, "so beautiful."

"So are you," Samantha replied, as she attacked Lily's lips with her own in a frenzied kiss, and at the same time, she eagerly began to unbutton the girl's shirt.

Lily's hands came up to cover Sam's fingers in their erotic endeavor, and then both pairs of hands undid the pretty Latina's shirt, and pushed it off her shoulders. Lily's breasts were small, crowned with large, coral colored nipples, that Sam now caressed in long, loving strokes, then squeezed gently, eliciting a sudden, strangled cry from Lily. Sam tested the lightly bronzed, pliable flesh of Lily's breasts, as she kneaded them slowly, gently, as she leaned down, and started to suck on them alternately, which drove Lily Esposito over the edge.

"Oh, Sammy!"

The two girls embraced once more, tangling themselves in each other's anxious arms that surrounded them like frenzied serpents. The girls sighed, then moaned in unison at the sudden, almost violent pleasure of their breasts touching, of sensitive, pliable spheres merging in absolute pleasure.

"It's a bit cramped in here, Lil," Sam whispered in a sultry tone.

"Well," Lily had to smile, "we can always jump into the back seat," the pun was obvious.

"I thought you'd never ask," Samantha replied, as she bounded over the back of the front seat, and fell almost unceremoniously onto the back seat.

Lily tried to stifle her giggling, but couldn't, "you'll never make it as a ballerina, Sammy."

"Oh, yeah?" Samantha grabbed a fistful of Lily's thick, dark hair, "just get back here!"

"Oh! Ow!" Lily yelped painfully, as she was pulled from the front seat of the station wagon, into the back, and onto the awaiting, warm, plushness of Sam's voluptuous body, "oh my goodness," Lily said, "now that is most certainly worth the pain!"

A brief smile passed between the two girls, as they began to kiss once more. This time, their kiss was frenzied, as they crushed their lips into each other, with longing, with desperation, and their tongues slipped into each other's mouths to explore their hot flesh. Their sudden, oral lovemaking was joined by a sudden, strained grinding of their young bodies, as the girls sought each other out.

Sam, and Lily stopped the unexpected rhythm of their bodies, as they realized that they were still clothed. Lily lifted herself up, and undid Sam's tight, black, gabardine pants. Then, Lily stripped Sam of her black boots, then quickly shook her own moccasins off her own feet. Lily quickly slid her jeans off, and then practically threw herself on top of Sam once more. But before Lily's lithe form covered Sam to resume her former, sensual rhythm, the other girl quickly reached out, and took control, by plunging her hand between the Latina girl's parted thighs.

"Ohmygod! What are you doing to me, Sammy?" Lily exclaimed, suddenly overwhelmed by the unexpected, gentle intrusion of her lover's fingers into her already moist, excited vagina. Lily was suddenly rendered completely weak, and totally at Sam's mercy.

Lily collapsed on top of Samantha, who's slender hand was now caught between the two of them. Lily lifted herself a bit, then parted her thighs a bit more, to allow Sam's fingers to go deeper inside the moist folds of her pussy. Then, Lily settled herself slowly down upon her gorgeous lover, as she trembled in the throes of pleasure, caused by Sam's fingers moving rapidly inside of her. Lily embraced Sam, and the two girls began to kiss once more, this time with deliberate slowness, as they tried to enjoy the multitude of emotions, and sensations that were raging in their bodies at that moment. Lily forcefully thrust her thigh between Samantha's thighs, making the girl beneath her moan in deep lust. Then, Lily ground harder into Sam, into the ravishing brunette's diligently moving digits that were driving the girl almost mad with desire. It almost seemed as if Sam, and Lily were dancing to their own, private tune, an earthy, healthy, torrid rhythm that filled them both, and which only the two girls could hear amid the soft sounds of their kisses, their erotic sighs, and mewing. Finally, their lovemaking exploded, as both girls reached their peaks, climaxing only seconds apart. Then, they lay quietly in each other's arms for a while, with no words passing between them, as they simply enjoyed each other.

"Sam?" Lily said after a long spell of silence had passed.

"Yeah?"

"I liked this very much, Sam."

"So did I, Lil," Sam said with a smile.

"We should do this more often, Sam."

"I'm sure that can be arranged, Lily," Sam replied with a smirk.

The two girls fell silent once more, as their embrace became tighter.

"Sammy?"

"Yeah, Lil?"

"I wish it could always be like this between us, Sam."

"It always will....always in our hearts....only for each other, Lily."

Lily lifted herself up, and looked down at Sam with intensity, "that too, but what I mean is, that I wish we could be together all of the time, and not just for a little while, and then have to go home to our parents."

"I wish so too, Lily. But we're only seventeen, and still in highschool. We have no choice but to live with our parents. We're just going to have to wait a while before we can be together all of the time."

"I don't want to wait til we're both older, Sammy. I'm going to work as hard as I can, and start saving up to get us an apartment as soon as possible."

"I'm going to do the same," Samantha smiled, "I'm going to start job hunting on Monday, and help you save up for our apartment."

"Not on Monday, you can't, Sam."

"Hhhhmm, why not, Lil?"

"You can't go job hunting on Monday, or for the rest of the month."

"Why not, Lily?" Sam's alabaster forehead was creased in confusion, as it joined her furrowed brow.

"Remember how I made you sign up with me for an environmental internship six months ago, Sam?"

"Oh yeah," Sam grimaced at the thought, "that pain in the ass internship with so many uppity requirements, that it was virtually impossible for any sane, normal highschool student to be selected, and that I signed up for only because you pestered the hell out of me for an entire week, only because you didn't want to attend alone if you were selected?"

"Well," Lily laughed, "miss snooty pants, we both got into the program."

"Really?" now, Sam was literally gushing with joy.

"I thought that you didn't like the program, Sammy."

"Oh, shut up," Sam replied, "I'm happy that we're going to be together!"

"So you do like the idea of spending three entire weeks in Nevada with me, Sammy?"

"WONDERFUL!" Sam almost screamed, then blushed, "wonderful," Sam reaffirmed, but in a softer, gentler tone, as she began to kiss her pretty lover over, and over, "I love it."

"Now all that you have to do is convince your parents to let you go with me, Sam."

"I most certainly will, Lily. Even if I have to get on my knees, and beg, I am going to Nevada with you."

"Sammy?"

"Yeah?"

"What about us going to my house, and stopping for pizza on the way for us, and my mom? Its getting awfully cramped in here, and my bed is so much nicer, comfortable, and fun?"

"I think it's a great idea, Lily."

With a bit of reluctance, the lovers parted, and started to dress. When they were fully dressed, both girls kissed briefly, and got back into the front seat of the car. Then, Lily turned on the station wagon, and drove happily out of the Kissing Hills, feeling like a conquering Amazon with a smiling Samantha by her side.

Sunday came, and went quickly, with Lily spending the entire day at the McQueen residence, not just exclusively with Sam, but also with the girl's pair of doting parents who thought the newly formed couple was just so cute, that they had to stay, and watch them. Sunday night, Lily stayed with Sam in an impromptu sleep over that turned into a discreet session of lovemaking.

Monday evening, during dinner, Sam had a very interesting announcement for Mike, and Jane.

The dinner had started out in relative, adult chatter between the two adults, when the only adolescent at the table interrupted them.

"Mom, Mike?"

"Yes, dear?" Mike responded in a very authoritative, mom-like manner, before Jane was able to even open her mouth to speak, which left the woman glaring at her handsome husband.

"Six months ago, I signed up for an environmental internship with Lily," Sam said, "and I just found out from Lily that both she, and I were accepted. The program is in Nevada. I would like to go with Lily. May I please go?" Sam looked first at her mother, Jane, and then at her suddenly, very maternal step-father, Mike, with a pleading look in her eyes.

"NEVADA?" Jane's shrill cry filled the dinning room,"NEVADA!"

"Um....yeah, mom. Its in Nevada," Sam replied somewhat fearfully.

"THAT IS SO FAR AWAY!" Jane cried once more, feeling a wave of agitation starting to rise within her at the thought of her little girl going so far away from home.

"It sounds very interesting," Mike said quietly.

"You can't just up, and take off from school, Samantha!" Jane exclaimed.

"Mom," Sam replied calmly, "the internship is being sponsored by a very powerful environmental group in partnership with the public school system. The people chosen to go to Nevada for the internship are guaranteed full credit for all classes, and assignments that are missed."

"What about money, Sam?" Jane asked quickly, "we can't just come up with the money for a round trip ticket to send you to Nevada!"

"That's the beauty of it all, mom," Samantha replied enthusiastically, "the entire internship is already pre-paid; round trip tickets, meals, room, and board."

"What about chaperones, Sam?" Jane countered, "I'm not going to just let you go off with strangers, people that I don't even know!"

"Three teachers from Kennedy High are going with us, mom; Ms. Glass, our biology teacher, Mr. Grant, our drama teacher, and the school's principle, Mr. Krupps."

"I don't know...." Jane realized that she was running out of excuses to use as a means of preventing her teenage daughter from going, "what about your job at the newspaper, Sam?"

"I resigned from the newspaper, mom," Samantha replied sadly, as she looked down at her untouched plate of food.

"You really want to go that much, Sam?" Jane asked softly, "because of Lily? Is that the only reason?"

"Yes, mom, because of Lily. But its not the only reason. I also want to go to get Brooke completely out of my heart. Please, mom. Let me go."

"Oh....Sam," Jane's heart was suddenly flooded with pity, and understanding.

"Mike....what do you think?" Sam turned her gaze to her up until now, silent step-father.

"Jane," Mike said softly to his wife, "I think that we should let Sam go with Lily. Brooke just up, and left. At least, Sammy is asking our permission. She needs to get away for a while."

"How long is the internship going to be, Sam?" Jane asked.

"The internship lasts three weeks," Sam said slowly, knowing that this would be the most difficult detail to convince her mother to accept.

"OH MY GOD!" Jane exclaimed, "three entire weeks?"

"Please, Jane," Mike leaned over, and kissed his pretty wife's cheek, "Sammy's a big, smart girl. She'll be okay. And....she really needs to go."

"Well," Jane muttered, knowing that she was outnumbered, and defeated, "alright. You can go to Nevada, Sam."

"Yes, Sammy, you can go," Mike interjected with a smile, in a motherly way that earned him a glare from his wife.

"OH!" Sam practically jumped out of her chair, "thank you, thank you, thank you," the girl chanted over, and over.

"Hold your horses, young lady," Mike said sternly, "its not going to be that easy for you!"

"Huh?" Sam stopped jumping, and glanced at Mike with surprise.

"What?" Jane turned to Mike.

"There are certain conditions, Samantha," Mike said loudly, with an air of authority.

"Oooooooohhhh noooooooo," Samantha moaned.

"Oooooooohhhh yes," Mike replied with his arms crossed, "first of all, you have to call me every single day to let me know how you are doing. Second, you have to email me every night. Third, you have to promise to be obedient to your teachers, and fourth, you have to promise me that you'll be in bed early every single night!"

Both Sam, and Jane stared at Mike for several minutes in absolute silence.

"Um.....yeah," Sam replied, "I can do all of that.....MOM!" then the teenager smiled.

"Then I think everything is clear," Mike replied with a smile, "you have my permission to go!"

Sam went around the table to where Mike, and Jane sat. Sam hugged Jane, "thanks, mom," then she turned and hugged Mike as well, "teddy bear," the girl whispered in his ear, "thanks, MOM," she said loudly. Then, the grateful girl kissed each adult on the cheek, "I have to go call Lily right away!" she exclaimed as she hurried out of the dinning room, on her way to the stairs.

Meanwhile, back at the dinner table, both adults were still blushing from Sam's lingering affection.

"It really is nice to see Sammy in a good mood," Mike whispered.

"Yes, it is," Jane replied, "MOM!"