House Slut - S01 E59

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House Slut - S01 E59

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 59

After the events of the night before Sam invites Tegan to a nice relaxing day at the beach to unwind.

Tegan woke to feeling someone stroking her temple, easing her into conciousness. As restful and soothing as that was, her more immediate reaction was to groan as she uncurled and stretched her aching arms and legs. Apparently she’d hardly changed position during the night and after the strenuous workout she’d had, she was experiencing some discomfort and there was a nasty taste lingering in her mouth that urgently needed some oral hygeine. She eventually opened her eyes and looked up at the person in the room with her, Sam silhouetted against the light coming in through her bedroom door which he had left slightly ajar. She looked up at him blearily then half sat up, her covers slipping away from her nude body as she sleepily raked her fingers through her hair.

“How’re you feeling?” Sam asked.

“Sore. Disoriented.” Tegan picked up her phone to check the time: it was early afternoon, presumably the same day.

“Did you want to sleep more? I was going to get some lunch together.”

“Food sounds amaaazing.” Tegan sighed, reflecting that she had only had snacks and wine the night before.

“Ok, leave you to it while I get lunch started.” Sam said, standing up and exiting her room.

Tegan reluctantly slid out of bed and wandered across the hall to the bathroom to start her morning routine, making an extra effort to thoroughly brush her teeth before throwing on a light sundress and going to take a seat at the dining table. The poker table top was gone and there was no lingering signs of last night’s shenaningans. Sam exited from the kitchen and put down two plates of toast with poched eggs and avocado. There was nothing but the sound of cutlery on plates as they both made short work of the meal. Once they were done eating Sam laced his fingers together and leaned forward.

“So, any plans for today?”

“Not really.” Tegan answered, pushing her plate away, wondering why he was asking. As long as it didn’t involve anything going into her butt, she was open to suggestion.

“It’s a nice day, I was thinking of driving to the beach, getting some sun and surf. Thought you might want to come along?”

“Just you and me?” Tegan knew Angus wasn’t due back until sometime in the evening, she glanced down the hall towards Brandon’s bedroom, noting the door was ajar but there was no sound or other sign of life.

“He’s on a date, apparently.” Sam said with a wry smile.

“Oh, that’s good.”

“So yes, just you and me.” Sam said, with a shrug of his hands. “As long as that’s alright.”

“Sure.” Tegan aid with a bright smile. She wondered if he was feeling some residual awkwardness after last night. She was concerned by how nice he was being in contrast with earlier, and wanted to make clear that whatever had happened, she wasn’t troubled by it.

“Great!” Sam affirmed. “I’ll go get my things together.”



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After clearing the plates they each retired to their rooms to get their beach gear. Tegan slipped into her bikini. As bikinis went it was farly standard. She wasn’t a thong bikini kind of person but the bottoms still showed what she considered to be a good amount of her small butt. The top was the typical two triangles of material connected by strings, one that tied behind her neck and one in her back. She tied it at the front before spinning it around and securing the cups over her small chest, testing to make sure the fit was not too loose before throwing her dress bag on. She stuffed a wide-brimmed hat, sunscreen and beach towel into a bag and met Sam back in the living room to go to his car.

On the hour drive there was very little discussion. Sam’s phone generated a playlist of late 90s/early 2000s pop music they’d both grown up with and they made idle chit chat. Tegan just reflected that this was one of the few times she’d really done anything out of the house since she quit her job, discounting her trip to the sex shop with Angus. While she was by no means under the illusion that this beach trip was an entirely wholesome afternoon of fun in the sun, certain that Sam had something planned for when they got there, this felt like the most normal thing she’d done in a long time.

On arrival at the beach Sam found a park a short walking distance and they proceeded down, staking out a quiet spot. Being the weekend the beach was busy but not crowded, with most visitors set up closest to the section of the surf deemed most safe for swimming. Letting Sam lead the way, they headed for a quieter spot in a different direction, only cementing the idea that he was going to put some moves on her while they were here and didn’t want too many people around. In part she was almost disappointed, but she didn’t let it affect her mood. They spread out their towels – hers looking like a large slice of watermelon, Sam’s in the black and gold colours of some sport team he supported. Tegan shed her dress and took out her bottle of sunscreen and squirted a good amount into her hands, spreading it on her arms and legs and as much of her body as she could reach before passing the bottle to Sam.

“Would you mind?” she asked, turning her back to him.

“Not at all.” Sam smiled as he took care of her back, mayble unecessarily sliding his fingers under the waistband of her bikkini bottoms. Once he was done Tegan returned the favour and they both settled back on their towels to soak up the warmth, Tegan put on her sunglasses and regarded the blue horizon.

“Beautiful day.”

“Yeah, not half bad.” Sam agreed as he lay back with his hands folded across his stomach. They lay in silence for awhile, listening to the surf. After awhile Tegan turned over and built up a mound of sand udner her towel as a makeshift pillow, her face turned towards Sam.

“Hey Sam?” she opened.

“Mm?” Sam acknowledged.

“I don’t want to dissect last night, so I’m not going to, promise. I just had a question.”

“Ok…”

“Do you think a guy would want to date me? Like, knowing the stuff I’ve done lately.”

“Is this about Trevor?”

“Maybe.”

Sam turned and propped himself up on his elbow and gave it some thought. Tegan turned to face him, leaning on her elbow as well, and clarified her question.

“Do you think a guy could have seen me the way I was last night and think ‘yeah, I see value in a relationship with her’?”

“Depends on the guy I guess.” Sam anwered eventually. “I think a lot of guys don’t like thinking about their girl fucking other guys, even when it’s in the past. They get insecure about it. Kind of hard not to think about it when you watched it happen.”

“How do you feel about it?”

“Wrong guy to ask. I’m not interested in relationships, especially exclusive ones.”

“Really? It’s not like you were sleeping around before.”

“Relationships take effort. I like to fuck but not enough to work for it, so I just take what I can get and I don’t like to limit my options. If I have a dry spell it’s not the end of the world.”

“Wow, so I must be like your perfect woman.”

“Are you hitting on me, Teegs?”

“Just making an observation.” Tegan idly traced a pattern in the sand between their towels with her fingers. “Are you bi?”

“You could say that. I don’t really put labels on shit.”

“But you’ve been with another guy.”

“I’ve sucked dick. I like girls more. But for the right person, I don’t really care.”

“Me too.” Tegan waved her hand, correcting herself. “I mean, I’ve been with a girl. I prefer guys.”

“As much as I enjoy picturing you eating pussy, I feel like we’re straying from the point.”

“I guess I’m trying to figure out where my life is going. When we’ve ticked off everything on our sexual bicket lists, where do I end up? Will I find the right guy and settle down, or am I always going to be looking for more? And how do I find the person who’ll understand that?”

“I think we’re too young to ask those kind of questions. It’s not like you’re in a hurry to start a family or anything, right?”

“Babies? Gross.”

“Then who cares?”

“Trevor, for instance” Tegan queried.

“You like him that much? You’ve met him what, twice?”

“I mean I’d like to get to know him better but he’s… y’know. Fit.”

“Is that woman speak for ‘hung like a horse’?”

“I don’t care about that, not really. He seems like he might be nice.”

“Then ask him out.”

“He didn’t text me yet.” Tegan jabbed the sand with her fingers.

“I didn’t send him your number yet. I forgot.”

“Oh.”

There was a pause in the conversation while Sam took his phone out of his backpack and sent a message.

“There, you’ll know in a few hours when he gets off work.” Sam said, putting his phone away again.

“Thanks.” Tegan leaned over and kissed him. She intended it as a light peck of gratitude but found her lips lingering on his. Sam receiprocated, sliding his hand up her neck and cradling her head, holding her close as he gently probed her mouth with his tongue. Tegan slowly sank back onto her towel and Sam followed, keeping their lips sealed together, his body poised over hers .