Strange Vibes Ch. 03

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All characters in sexual situations are eighteen years of age or older.

Reader discretion is advised. This chapter’s flashbacks contain scenes of bullying, and non-sexual violence.

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Sam clicked her lighter to start the small fire pit in the backyard. She stared at the tiny flame; eyes unfocused. The same old memories replayed in her mind.

“What the fuck did you do, you little shit?” her mother’s voice bellowed.

Elementary school. Nine years ago, maybe? She saw herself.

“You’re dead meat, you butthole!” Sammy shouted, chasing a scrawny girl. They ran through the hallway between classrooms. Fellow classmates watched with mild amusement from their bench.

“Somebody, help me!” Raine cried out; tears streaming down her face. She was quick, but Sammy was on her like a deer tick on a pit bull’s ass.

“No running in the halls, please,” a woman said, disinterested. The elementary school faculty worker did nothing to stop her, let alone look up from her newspaper. The teachers never cared.

Raine fled towards the lower field playground, but tripped near the girls’ bathroom. She smacked onto the concrete. Tackling her, Sammy yanked on her hair. A flurry of hands batted her face, with ear-piercing screams.

Sammy got even more pissed off, and slapped back. Grabbing Raine’s long brown hair, she let out a fierce roar, and gave her a nasty head-butt to the face. The smaller girl sobbed loudly.

Standing over her, Sammy wiped her nose with the back of her hand. She dragged Raine by the hair, screaming and staggering after her, to the girls’ bathroom. Kicking open a stall door, she shoved Raine’s face into the toilet bowl, and held her down. She flailed about, but couldn’t escape.

Sammy flushed the toilet several times before throwing her onto the cold bathroom tile floor. Raine tried to get up, but Sammy kicked her down again.

“If your slut-mom comes near my daddy again, you’re dead! You hear me!” Sammy barked, full of venom. She spat in Raine’s face, and then marched out of the girls’ room, leaving the brown-haired girl bawling behind her.

Walking past the row of outdoor lockers, Sammy’s hands shook. She felt sick. Lunch crept up her throat. Hurrying behind the side of the classroom, she started to gag. Before she could lurch forward, she started to throw up. The acid burned the back of her throat and sinuses. Her eyes watered, and her whole body trembled. Salivating, her stomach churned. She fought to keep it down, but she still dry heaved a second and third time.

Bent over, she gulped for air. With the last bit of pent-up aggression, she punched herself in the thigh repeatedly, as hard as she could. There was no pain for several seconds, until finally the burst shocked through her leg and wrist.

A yelp of agony escaped her burning chest, before collapsing into a tense ball in the dirt. Hissing through clenched teeth her body locked up until the jolt subsided into a pulsing ache.

The memory shifted; distorted and confused. Perhaps it was a fragment of a dream, or possibly her fragile mind trying to piece her memories back together since the head injury.

She watched herself cowering in the corner of a white room, away from the elementary school; hovering like a disembodied camera’s eye. The blindingly white room reminded her of something, but she had no recollection of ever being in such a place.

Rocking back and forth, comforting herself, a woman was there, just outside of her periphery. She couldn’t remember who she was, or what she looked like.

“Relax,” the woman said. “You’re mad at your mom.”

Was that a question or a statement? Things became blurry. Next thing she knew, her mother’s face snarled at her, yelling. Her words were muffled and unclear; just like her face.

“I hate you! I hate you!” Sammy screamed in the kitchen. She started throwing anything she could reach, off the counter.

Suddenly her body hit to the floor. She didn’t know what happened, but her cheek stung. Tears welled in her blue eyes.

“I wish you were never born, you little shit!” her mother screamed, hurling a glass near the back of her head, shattering it on the floor.

“You were a mistake! Nothing but a cunt-stain on my life!” More dishes were smashed on the floor around her. Fragments bounced off of her backside.

“I could have gotten somewhere if it wasn’t for you, Sammy!”

Rocking back and forth, she wept. “I’m sorry, mama…”

“I’ll show you sorry!” Her mother’s voice was fried and broken.

She stormed over to Sammy’s bedroom, where she heard loud crashes, and breaking glass, as she destroyed her things. Her favorite wooden dollhouse stomped to bits; bookshelves toppled; holes punched in the walls; posters torn. Her mother took a baseball bat to her beloved fish tank, and then threw her lamp out the window, smashing it to pieces.

Helpless and crying, she wished she didn’t exist.

‘Leave the past buried where it belongs,’ Sam reminded herself. The taste of phantom blood sarıyer escort remained on her tongue, as she ran it over the old broken tip of her left canine. Guilt and shame still haunted her, no matter how many times she tried to let it go.

Before she was fifteen, her life didn’t feel real. However, since her epiphany in the hospital, four years ago, her life had changed. There were huge gaps in her memory; whole years missing. Bits and pieces surfaced from time to time; none of them good.

She couldn’t remember much of anything about her father. Even her mother’s face was vague in her mind; despite seeing her regularly. She knew the glowering well, but couldn’t even say what color her hair was, or what hairstyle she kept.

Sammy was dead. Better left forgotten.

Blinking out of her daze, she steeled herself. This was the happiest day of her life so far. Sam wasn’t going to let some old ghosts ruin their celebration. Shaking out the tension in her muscles, she relaxed her body, and brought herself back into the present.

A light breeze rustled through the leaves hanging over the edges of the grey-brown stone fence encircling the backyard. Resident owls hooted at each other, hidden among the trees. Moths dotted the wall, and fluttered about the porch light. The crackling fire pit flickered across the intricate mottled stonework around the bubbling in-ground hot tub. The rising smoke was pleasant, like chimneys on a cold winter night. Smiling, Sam imagined sitting by a warm fireplace that she never had.

“Suck my dick, bitch. I’ve got my own fire pit now,” she smirked, reveling in the flames. “This is our house, and you can’t fucking take it away from me. Choke on it,” she said singsong, thrusting her hip once in the air.

Satisfied with her first attempt at starting a fire, that didn’t include a classmate’s shoelace—while they were still wearing them, she pulled out her smartphone, and tuned into the webcast radio app that Taryn listened to. The loud chorus of chirping crickets was interrupted by the loud radio promo.

“All radio sucks,” said the man’s deep radio voice, before devolving into a rapid series of silly mouth noises. “We just suck less. W-who… Whoever Less is. You’re listening to 103.7, TYTZ; The Wild Mare.” Finally 90’s rock music began playing.

With a content sigh, she set the phone down on the table. “Can’t fault the girl for her taste in music,” she muttered under her breath. Unbuttoning her fly, she pulled her shorts and black panties down together, and then plopped them over the back of the wooden patio furniture. Slipping on her black bikini bottom first, she then stripped off her torn yellow shirt, and bra. Loosely draping her bikini top over her shoulders, she took a moment to grab her clothes, and tossed them through the sliding glass door, just barely making it over the couch.

The cold October night air sent goose bumps across her bare skin. She couldn’t wait to hop into the warm water. A sinful thought crossed her mind, as she considered skinny dipping without telling Taryn right away. Smiling, she could picture her freak out perfectly. One day, her bad influence would rub off on her, and she’ll get her to loosen up. Maybe she’ll relax after a few drinks, and they could pick up where they left off earlier. Her brother may have been a cutie, but damn if Daniil had some shit timing.

Sam still hadn’t had an orgasm yet today, unlike Taryn and her hair trigger. Frustrated, she wanted to share the moment, instead of taking care of it on the couch, while Taryn hid in the bathroom all afternoon. However, they had gotten farther than she had expected in one day. Her loins begged impatiently for release, but she was determined not to scare her off again. Contemplating, she considered abandoning her plan. Taryn was too much of an innocent ‘good girl’.

She already screwed up trying to get into her pants last time. If only Daniil hadn’t shown up, they could have had their moment. But now? Taryn deserved someone better; not some fuck-up like her. No; the only intimacy Sam was worthy of was suckin’ off some John in an alley, for ten bucks. Raine’s face flashed in her mind. A pang of guilt shot through her heart.

The bathroom door closed with a ka-thump, and the sound of Taryn’s flip-plops came around the corner of the stairs. Sam turned around, and started tying the back of her bikini. The sliding glass door closed behind her. Taryn clutched a folded blue towel to her chest, as Sam eyed the sleek black one piece swimsuit, with three small gold triangles arranged in a pyramid set up and to the left of her pubic bone.

“Whoa,” she said in a low husky voice, adjusting the back of her bikini bottoms. “I’ve never seen that much leg on you before.”

“Well, you would have if you ever went swimming with me at the college pool, when I invited you,” Taryn said in her higher slightly nasally voice.

“Hindsight,” she laughed halfheartedly.

Too risky. Pony Valley was a small town, and most locals sefaköy escort knew each other. She couldn’t bear to show her face ever again. ‘Gotta face your demons someday,’ the back of her mind reminded her. She didn’t like that idea. Originally she had planned to change her name, and move into a tiny apartment in the city. Maybe even hitchhike over to Nevada. Start a new life.

But now that she had Taryn and a new home with her. No way she could leave now, and give up the only good thing going in her life. Her only option was to stop hiding, and face them. She dreaded the idea.

“Let’s get this rockin’ hot tub party started, shall we?” she said, cheerfully. They held hands as they stepped into the warm water. With their hair tied up in buns, the two sank until the water level passed their shoulders. Sam let out a soft moan as the water jets massaged her back. She lifted up one leg, and let her unpainted toes peek out from the surface for a moment before lowering it back into the warmth.

Neither said a word, and let the music fill the silence. She enjoyed the moment, but the rocking pool party celebration wasn’t as spectacular as she had imagined. Taryn appeared content with the low energy festivities. As long as she was happy, Sam didn’t care. Smiling, she reached over for her secret surprise. Popping the lid off the blue and white ice cooler, she plucked a pair of beer cans from the six-pack. Cracking one open, she handed the other to Taryn.

Taryn looked down at the can, and then frowned at her. “Sam! Is this beer?” she asked, shocked.

The alcohol barely touched her lips. “Yep. I figured we’d get a little buzz going. It’s cheap piss water, but we might be able to get a wee bit drunk between the two of us if we’re lucky.”

Taryn leaped forward, and wrestled with Sam’s beer. “Sam, no! Please don’t. We’re only eighteen—”

“I’m nineteen. With the two of us combined, we’re over twenty-one,” she laughed playfully.

“It doesn’t matter. I don’t want either of us to get into trouble.”

Sam pulled her beer back, and slapped away Taryn’s hand. Rolling her eyes, she flicked away the drops of alcohol that spilled onto her thumb.

“We’re not going to get in trouble. Nobody even knows we’re partying. The closest neighbor is like five minutes away. We’re not making too much noise; we’re not bothering anyone; and we’re not gonna drive anywhere tonight; so don’t be such a stick in the mud,” she said.

“Where did you even get these?” Taryn said, jumping up to try and grab at the beer can again.

Sam held it aloft over her head, and put out her other hand to block Taryn from reaching. Her palm smushed into Taryn’s reddening face, but her body was slightly longer than Sam’s.

“I—hey!” she giggled, turning away to defend her beer.

Without hesitation, Taryn jumped onto her back. Her skinny arms groped blindly for the open beer. Sam staggered. The shift in weight made her stumble backwards. Trying to hang on, Taryn’s forearm hooked under Sam’s throat. Gasping, she stuck out her tongue.

Dropping down into the water, Sam was able to break free from her grip. She crawled onto the ledge of the hot tub, and coughed.

“Fuck me running! I swiped it from the fridge before I left home. A parting gift to myself, courtesy of my mom. What’s the problem?” she snapped.

It was just a stupid fucking beer; who the fuck cared if they drank? Nobody! That’s who! She just wanted to get drunk, and forget shit.

‘Whoa, fuck. Calm down.’ Sam reigned in her anger.

“Do you always drink?” Taryn asked, glaring into her light blue eyes.

Guilt gripped her heart once again; she kicked herself for letting her temper flare up so easily. Staring into Taryn’s desperate puppy dog eyes, behind her black horn-rimmed glasses, the fight drained out of Sam. She didn’t want to be angry; not to Taryn of all people.

“No, actually. I was only able to sneak one once in a while—”

“I can’t bear the thought of you getting in trouble over something like this. Please promise me you won’t drink until we’re old enough,” she pleaded with her.

Taryn cared.

Sam’s body slouched forward. ‘Stupid idiot.’ She was ashamed she even thought this was a good idea. ‘Stupid fuck-up. Can’t do anything right.’ Taryn probably hated her now.

‘Stupid.’

‘Stupid.’

‘Fuck.’

‘Fuck-shit.’

‘Motherfucker.’

The can dented in her grip.

Before she knew it, Taryn’s arms hugged her tight. Sam held her breath, half-stuck in her headspace.

“I know you’re mad at me. I love you, and I don’t want anything bad to happen to you, that’s all.”

Sam set the beer down, and then hugged her back. “I’m sorry for screwing up everything. I’m not mad at you, I’m mad at myself. I should have known you wouldn’t be into it,” she apologized, dejected. “I’ll understand if you don’t want to be with me anymore.”

“What?!” Taryn was taken aback. “No-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no!” she panicked rapidly. Her şerifali escort face reddened. “I don’t want to break up—I don’t want to lose—I-I don’t—” she stammered over the words fumbling out of her mouth.

Sam breathed again. Holding Taryn tight, she felt genuinely loved. “Sorry. I don’t want to lose you too.”

Taryn didn’t let go. Sam didn’t mind, except for the cool air on her wet skin. “I promise, no more drinking,” she said, feeling calmer.

“How about a compromise? No drinking until we’re 21, and then you can take me to a bar at least once to celebrate. Deal?” Taryn offered. She leaned back and held out her hand.

A relieved smile lit up her face, and she accepted it. “Deal.” They shook hands. Putting the beers back into the cooler, she pushed it away. So much for one last buzz.

All that fuss over some stupid beer. She blushed, embarrassed. Having people who genuinely gave a damn about her was a new experience. It wasn’t bad, but she admittedly didn’t know how to feel about it. She didn’t deserve such a wonderful woman; but she was happy she had her.

A happy smile crossed her face. Warmth spread through her chest. Sam felt weightless. She felt alive.

Linking arms with Taryn; her beautiful, nerdy girlfriend; she admired the starry sky. Taryn could probably name all the constellations. She had the perfect life. Straight “A” student; two loving parents; a cool older brother… Happy. Loving. She could go to any prestigious university in the country, and make big bucks. Yet here she was, hanging out with a loser like her; trying to protect Sam from herself.

Sinking into the bubbling water, Sam’s hands were tempted to wander, but she played it safe. She allowed her fingers to slowly caress Taryn’s arms, as she sat on her lap. Kissing her deeply, she dared to slip in her tongue to test the waters. A slight jump, and a sharp inhale; but with eyes closed, Taryn quickly followed her lead, and shared her own tongue.

Sam brushed her shoulders. Breaking away from her lips, she untied the sides of her bikini bottom, and plopped it down onto the stonework with a wet splat. Taryn’s eyes widened, and she swallowed hard.

Grinning, she untied her top. Her bare nubile breasts lingered just above the water level; thick puffy nipples already hard.

Squirming underneath her, Taryn took a deep breath. She allowed Sam to slide the straps of the one-piece swimsuit down her shoulders. Slowly Sam peeled the bathing suit down, past Taryn’s breasts, and down to her waist.

“We made a lot of progress today, didn’t we?” Taryn asked, her jaw trembling from excitement.

“That we did,” she said warmly. Taking Taryn’s glasses off, and setting them aside, she parted her wet bangs. “You haven’t freaked out yet, and you’re half-naked, outdoors.”

“Well, it’s with you. I…” she trailed off.

With a wink, Sam slid the swimsuit down to Taryn’s buttocks, and then stripped them off. She tossed them as far as she could on the other side of the backyard.

Taryn’s jaw dropped, glancing back and forth between Sam and her clothes. Shifting, she crossed her arms over her chest, and sank deeper into the steaming water.

Sam took Taryn’s hand. She brought it between her bare legs, and pressed against her puffy vulva.

“You shave?” She glanced down at Sam’s waist hidden beneath the turbulent water.

“Of course. You don’t?”

“No, why would I?”

Sam’s face lit up. “Virgin… untamed bush…” She gazed off into the distance. Taryn blushed hard. Sam’s eyes darted back to her. “I will be taking pictures.”

“No! No, you won’t,” she protested; sinking further into the water, hiding her poorly suppressed smile.

Leaning in, Sam kissed her forehead.

Squeaking, Taryn clenched her eyes. The bubbles threatened to go up her nose, and forced her to resurface. Sam’s lips found their way to her neck, as fingers combed through the long wispy original stock of black pubic hair. Taryn’s legs reluctantly parted.

“Yes, I will, and then I’m going to do some much needed lawn care,” Sam said right into her ear. “We don’t have to go with the Kojak look, but we can try a Mr. T, or maybe a heart shape. At the very least, we’re going to do some basic mowing down there.”

“What’s a Kojak?”

Sam sat up, and looked at her quizzically. “Theodopolus ‘Theo’ Kojak. 1970’s crime drama?”

Taryn blinked at her with a clueless countenance, and shrugged.

“Bald.”

“Ooh… And Mr. T?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Mohawk.” With a heavy sigh, Sam looked away. “Of course. Nobody watches television these days.”

Pulling Taryn closer to the center of the hot tub, Sam nuzzled her neck. Their breasts touched, sending electric tingles dancing through her body. Breathing a content sigh, she could smell a faint hint of her scent, among the smell of chlorine and cheap beer. She groped a handful of Taryn’s ass cheek.

Taryn wrapped her leg around Sam’s hip. Her pussy gently rubbed along Sam’s thigh. She did the same. Hugging tight, Sam smiled, and leaned her head onto Taryn’s shoulder.

Slow and gentle, like lapping waves on a calm shoreline. They kissed, probing each other’s mouths with their tongues. Hands explored. Grinding intensified. Sam braced herself on the seat of the hot tub, and interlocked their legs. Pussies touching, they fucked.

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