Everlong

"Her name is Samantha."

"So! How terrible was it Samantha? I mean being cooped up for 15 days in a "religious cult. Are you a born again Christian?" Abby chuckled with her usual quirky comments towards anything serious.

Most people would have taken offense to her joking about her rehab experience but she gets an automatic pass for being her best friend.

Samantha carefully thinks of her answer. Even though the first few days were agonizing. 
She would have to admit overall it really did her some good.

"It wasn't so bad.  I ended up liking it towards the end. It did me some good Abby. But no, I'm no saint now." Samantha admitted scrolling threw her text log , rereading messages Adam had sent her even while in the rehab center while her phone was confiscated.

Adam-
I know you can't see these messages til you leave. But I miss you. I love you.
12:32 am

Adam-
I just realized today I've never seen a commercial for a microwave. Weird.
2:13 pm

Adam (image)
A photo of him and a costar inside of a theater lobby giving thumbs up.
6:25 pm

She chuckles at how he takes photos so awkwardly with people but poses amazing alone.

"Personally,  I couldn't have gone 15 days locked up without a dick appointment. Maybe I need sex rehab ."
Abby says shrugging her shoulders nonchalantly. Knowing she wouldn't go to any center if her life depended on it.

Samantha grins devilishly while bashfully turning her head away from her friend. "Who says I did?"

Abby covered her mouth and mutters. "You slut. With Adam? "

"No, with the Christian rehab janitor. Of course Adam, you dork. He came up with the ingenious idea to pose as my sibling in order to visit me you know? Well-- we had sex everytime he visited."
Samantha's heart fluttered thinking about how many times they had almost gotten caught in the act.

Once he had to pull two wet fingers, knuckles deep out of her pussy quickly during foreplay when a nurse knocked on the door, entering doing medicine rounds for fuck sake.

Abby shook her head an sucked her teeth .
"You guys are so nasty." She squeals in excitement.

Foot steps emerged from the basement. Up came Sam's dad carrying a box full of family albums.

"Still no word from Adam?  Huh?" He asked concerned.
 

"I keep getting his voice-mail. Knowing Adam he was probably late getting the rental car.. an perhaps he has no signal in a tunnel. It could be a few factors Dad." Sam explained. She purses her lips at her dad.
There's doubt in his voice that Adam even remembered she was no longer in rehab..

"Oh.. look sweetie. You'll just spend the night an hopefully see him tomorrow.(  aka "I don't think he's coming." )

It sounded more of a command than a offer.

"Well, he said he would pick me up at your house after the 15th day Dad, so yeah. It hasn't even been a full day yet." Samantha said getting up an prancing to the full length  mirror in the living room while primping her hair.
Doing a full 360, she discreetly admiring her own ass in a ruffled skirt and stockings.

Adam would be worshipping her ass quite literally in this outfit. He reminds often, he loves every every part of her that she hates. The bumpy parts,the squishy parts, the stubble, the hip dips. Etc.

"Plus, I wouldn't wanna intrude on you an.. Kim. You've already helped me so much. " She directs her eyes to the countless photos hung around the room with Kim in them.