Shadyside is my Home / Fearstreet Sam x Deena

Dad? / Chapter 12

Deena and Sam stumble into the house - still in their underwear.
"No ones home right?" Sam eagerly asks.
"Nobody, just us." Deena shows off a bright smile - grabbing Sams hand to lead her to her bedroom.

When they enter the bedroom Sam pushes Deena up against the closed door - pinning down one of her hands and kissing her passionately.

After a moment of making out against the locked door, Deena pushes Sam back towards the bed.

Sam sits down on the edge of the bed - lips still connected to Deenas.
Deena traces the hem of Sams underwear with her fingers. "Can I?"

"You don't have to ask." Sam responds - Deena takes off her underwear. She steps away to look at Sam and her body. She really thought she was beautiful and quite literally - breath taking.

Sam grabs Deenas hands and pulls her in for another make out session. While making out Deena slides her fingers down Sams body - making her way to her clitoris - rubbing gentle circles.

"Fuck." Sam moans at the touch.

After two minutes of caressing and neck kissing Deena gets on her knees - kissing Sams thighs.

Deena looks up at Sam for consent and Sam pushes Deenas head between her legs in desire.

Sams mouth falls open in pleasure - her legs dangling off the bed as Deena eats her out - gripping her thighs.
Sams breathing gets heavier as the pleasure builds. "Deena." Sam moans - grabbing a fist full of her curly hair.

The front door suddenly opens.

Deenas head jerks up. "Did you hear that?"

"Deena?!" Mr Johnson calls out.

Deena backs away and scurries to put on some dry clothes - tossing Sam some underwear in the process.

"Shit. Why is your Dad home?!" Sam yells in a whisper - putting on a pair of Deenas sweats.

"I don't know!" Deena responds - also putting on a pair of pants.

Footsteps get closer to the bedroom as he knocks on the door. "Deena, I got a call from the school." Deenas Dad announces in a low sober voice.

"One sec!" Deena manages to spit out in a rushed yell - struggling to put on a pair of skinny jeans.

Once they're both fully dressed Deena walks out to talk to her Dad - shutting the door behind her.

"Why aren't you in school?" He asks - hands on his hips.

"I didn't feel the best today." Deena replies - looking down at the flooring.

Deenas Dad sits on the couch - Deena following right behind him. "I don't care how you feel. The only way you're staying home is if you're dying sick."

"I thought you were at the bar." Deena blurts out. It's funny hearing this from her Dad. When he didn't even graduate.

Mr Johnson leans back into the couch with a displeased look on his face. "I was at Marlas."

"Marla?" Deena questions in a confused tone.

Sam suddenly walks out of the bedroom - making her way to the bathroom after given a weird glare by Deenas father.