It was ridiculous that after knowing Sammy for pretty much all my life, he still treated me like a child. Yeah sure he was a few years older than me, but that didn't mean anything,
Yet he continued to carry himself like he was the smartest and sharpest person in the whole world simply because he was older, and cooler.
But what bugged me even more was the fact that he was so condescending in the way he talked to me. As if I was a little girl that could easily be intimidated by him, his friends and the sluts they paraded around the house.
Despite the fact that we didn't always get along, me and Sammy were still good friends. Mostly due to the fact that me and Johnson were best friends.
No matter what though, it was still sickening to see Sam act like he was all that.
At the moment I was attempting to finish up a few homework assignments for my college algebra class that were due the next morning. I had been working all day and it seemed like the assignments kept getting longer and longer.
It was around midnight when I was about to give up and call it a night when I heard the gang burst through the door. G and Sam were drunkenly singing out loud as the swayed back and forth trying to get up the stairs. Johnson was pretty knocked out as he came through the front door piggy back riding on Nate's back.
I was shocked to see that for the first time in ages, they didn't have sluts hanging all over them.
It probably had to do with the fact that last time they got this drunk and brought girls home, things didn't go too well.
It had all been Sammy's fault really. He had burst in, drunk and high, much like tonight, with a girl draped on his shoulder. The minute they walked in, they started to make out. And something about seeing them so gross and all over each other, made my blood boil. My face had burned red in anger, and so I did what any normal person would have done....
I had grabbed the air freshener spray from the coffee table and I sprayed them until they stopped making out.
They both shrieked and complained and yelled for me to stop. But I kept going until I was certain they were far apart from each other.
When I was done with them, they both smelled lavender fresh.
"What the fuck was that for?" Sammy yelled.
"Samuel! Who the hell do you think you are bringing random strangers into this house? You know I live here too, and I don't feel comfortable with girls like these," I gestured to the half-naked girl attempting to get the air freshener smell out of her hair, "being paraded around as I try to focus on school work."
"Rachel, you're just a jealous bitch cause you ain't gettin some."Sam replied.
I gasped. "Samuel Howard Wilkinson, what the fuck did you just say to me?" I exclaimed!
"You heard me. The only reason you're even complaining is 'cause 'these girls' are so much better than you!" He slurred.
It serves to say that after that small incident I had blown up on all the guys about bringing girls over. I knew Sammy was drunk when he said that, but I had a gut feeling that he meant it.
Me and Sammy hadn't talked ever since then and I wasn't about to break that blissful silence.
A drunk Sammy fell right next to me on the couch with a stupid grin on his face.
"Come here ma, give daddy a smooch on the lips!" He puckered up his lips and leaned towards me. I shoved him away hard enough to push him off the couch and I stepped over him.
"Goodnight asshole."
I packed my things and went upstairs and got ready to get in the shower.
In the shower I kneaded the knots in my back that I could reach as the soothing hot water washed over me.
I jumped as I heard the bathroom door burst open.
It was Sammy.
He yanked the shower curtains and got into the shower with me even though he was fully clothed.
Once I was over my initial shock, I moved to cover myself.
"Sammy, get the fuck out! Are you kidding? What are you doing?!" I exclaimed.
"Shut up Rachel, I'm trying to shower here. And relax babygirl, I've seen better so you can stop covering up, you don't affect me the way other girls do."
Okay, that was the last straw. I was done taking shit from this fuckboy. It was time I showed him I wasn't a kid anymore and that I was big and strong enough to take him on.
"Really Sam? I don't affect you?" I asked as sensually as possible. "Because you're pants are saying something else." I reached over and tickled his hard on through the denim fabric of his jeans. Sammy let out a slight shudder.
"What was that Sammy?" I smiled.
He looked nervous as he stuttered. "N-n-nothing. I-I'm good."
"Really? So if I do this," I snaked my hand inside his jeans and gripped him tight." It's not gonna bother you, is it?"
This time he was too flustered, too hot and bothered to even get a word out.
I unzipped his pants with one hand and with the other I pulled his dick out.
He simply stared at me with lust filled eyes as he watched me kneel in front of him.
I took in my mouth as I hollowed my cheeks. I took him as far as I possibly could and I kept going until I heard him moaning my name while he entangled his fingers into my hair.
"Oh, Rachel, please don't stop. Daddy needs his babygirl. Ah, fuck!" Those were the words I was waiting for.
I pulled away, stood up, and turned the water off.
"Oh, Sammy. I am not your babygirl. And you're not my daddy. So how about you go find one of those girls who are "much better" to finish you off? Okay good, now g'night Sammy, sleep tight."
I wrapped a towel around me and even turned the lights out on my way out.
