Sam just gave me that shit eating grin I’ve become accustomed to. “That’s was pretty good wasn’t.” She said still grinning.
“Sure. But what are you up to?” I asked trying to not let her distract me from my question. I could sense that there were new memories swimming around in my head and I wanted answers.
Sam sighed. “Okay...” Her voice took on a more matter of fact tone. “Look you don’t seem like the type of guy who is landing college girls....” She paused giving me a chance to retort. When I offered up no response, she continued. “That’s what I thought. Anyways, I wanted to make myself a little more age appropriate for you. That way those two didn’t get suspicious, and so it wasn’t so weird that we were hanging out. Like I said, I’M leaving here with you.”
I took a second to chew over Sam’s words. “Sam I already told you that we were leaving together. I’m not going to run off with Ali or Sandy.”
“Suuuuuure you’re not. Come on, you have two models competing for your dick. Any sane dude would ditch me in a heartbeat for either one of them. BUT, I know you and you wouldn’t ditch your friend to run off with one of them.” She gave me that Cheshire smile again. “Just think about it for a second and you’ll see get what I’m saying.”
I began to get worry that Sam knew something I didn’t, so I frantically sorted through the new memories floating around in my head. It only took me a minute or so to piece together my entire history with Sam. She was right, we were friends. Sam started her internship the same week I hired in at my job, and we ended up doing a bunch of new hire orientations together. Being the two newbies at the company, we just kind of stuck together. As we got to know one another we realized that we had a lot in common and a friendship just kind of blossomed. Even after Sam’s internship had ended, we stayed pretty good friends.
“See what I mean.” Sam said with a smile on her face.
“Okay, well played.” I said with a sigh. “But I still wasn’t going to ditch you.”
*Pfft* “Sure..... Pete those two are so hot, I’d fuck them.” Sam leaned so that she could talk in a quieter voice. “Come on. Be honest with me. You’ve been eyeing up Sandy’s Tessa Fowler sized tits.” Sam jabbed me with her elbow trying to egg me on.
“Okay two things. One, they aren’t that big.” I stopped mid-thought. “Wait, how in the hell do you know who that is.”
Sam just rolled her eyes. “Bruh, I was a college jock like 24 hours ago, and I used to blow my load three times a day. Do you think I might have... at one point.. partaken in a bit... of internet pornography? Hmmmm? The old Sam was like the Wikipedia of wacking it.” Sam’s snarkiness was on full display.
“Okay point taken.” I said as a rustling could be heard from the dressing rooms. “We’ll continue this conversation later.”