Go Back Samantha Text by Jasmine Low Written 10 January 2007 Sam got out of the tiny Mini in a huff. The hotel doorman who’s seen it all is blinded by the stark white dress. Sam is slightly flushed, beads of sweat around her forehead, white bunga raya tucked neatly behind her ears and an obvious corset holding the lady man’s bulbous package. She’s seen it all, this girl they call Sam. She’s seen just about it all.   - 8 -   It’s Tommy’s graduation day. His mother arrives promptly at 11am in a body hugging lycra top, short denim skirt and heels above sea level. She always looked the best in the room. She always stood out. Except when Sam’s around.   In traipses Sam in her favourite pristine crisp white shirt neatly tucked into black jeans. Hair pulled back as a sign of respect for her boy. Tommy gleamed. It had been awhile since his family had gotten together – and in such regalia. It had been a long while.   - 8 -   ‘Take me with you,’ she repeated. Innocence dripping, she placed her hands on Sam’s thighs and longingly traced the cords on his pants. This man whom she had fallen in love with since childhood had the most intensely brown eyes. His high cheek bones enunciated his Caucasian heritage. His dark features and curls hinted of a more South East Asian parentage. Raising tingling sensations on his back, her fingers had stroked Sam into a poise of erection. He knew her longing. He had never been with one like her before. They usually had to have chiseled chins, coarser voice and thicker lips. They were usually men he would allow deep into him, hurting him while they penetrated his walls and ejaculated on his back. He sensed her yearning and tonight, he sensed his longing for something softer.   She moaned and squirmed while Sam topped her. His pleasurable penis was inserted deep into her hole and he pumped her madly. Grabbing her bottocks, Sam had never imagined fucking a woman brought him so hard. The blue veins along his torrid flesh fell in and out of sight as he entered her. ‘Yes, yes….hmmm, give in to me, give in to me,’ she would repeat. Sex with Sam acknowledged her reddened sex and each time he fulfilled the promise, she would offer linear scratches all the way down his back from the blades of the shoulder down to the dimple of his behind. It was incredible sex. And the conception of Tommy.   - 8 -   ‘Will you take me cruisin….and buy me diamonds?’ Sam purred suggestively into the ears of the Japanese salesman. ‘You say you will wait for me…will you, my handsome man?’ she would further tease. Sam was used to handling seemingly tame Asian men at dinner shows. Five minutes ago, the really bad local band tried their part in entertaining the really bored guests at the appreciation dinner at the hotel pub. The staid crowd were a mix of nervous salesmen, accountants and yappy this-is-my-first-job Chinese executive girls. And Sam. She didn’t feel out of place. She always fit in. And she would tell her tale.   ‘You like? You see, just before I was born, the Angel ran up to God and said…Dear God! Vagina! There’s no more stock! And so God made me. I, ladies and gentlemen, am Sam’.   Unreleased and unpublished version (c) J Low. Plagiarising will give u callouses and bad breath. Copyright 2004-07. Send comments and feedback to girl_gungho@yahoo.com