Samantha Part 11

Below is part 11 of my story Samantha. For part 10 which links back to previous chapters please visit http://newauthoronline.com/2013/01/05/samantha-part-10/

 

Sam awoke to the smell of egg and bacon wafting through the closed bedroom door. Her stomach rumbled, gosh she was hungry. Climbing out of bed Sam pulled on her clothes and wandered through into the large lounge. The delicious scent of cooking came from a closed door at the far end of the room. Sam padded towards it on bare feet. Opening it softly she saw Peter with his back to her standing at the kitchen sink. Sam stood up on tiptoe and kissed the back of Peter’s neck. “I love you” she whispered nuzzling against him. “I love you to my beautiful Sam” Peter said turning round and gently pulling Sam to him. “How did you sleep?” “OK” Sam replied not wishing to lie (god she was lying about so much so why did she feel the need to tell the truth about how she had spent the night)? “Oh was the bed uncomfortable? The matress is very old and I’ve been meaning to buy a new one for ages. Perhaps we can choose it together”. Sam’s heart filled with joy at Peter’s use of “we”, he obviously regarded them as an item but how could she think like that, her life was an unholy stinking mess. She was hardly fit to look after a cat let alone enter into a committed relationship with this sweet gentle man who was obviously head over heels in love with her. “Peter there is something I need”. Sam stopped in mid sentence. How could she tell Peter about the hell which constituted her daily existence. He wouldn’t understand and even if he did he would feel disgust perhaps mixed with compassion. In any event he wouldn’t want to have anything further to do with Samantha Parker-Jones. “You where going to say something?” Peter said his hand caressing Sam’s face. “Oh .. I was going to say that I need a shower”. “There is a fresh towel in the airing cupboard, on the top shelf just inside the cupboard door. Breakfast will be ready in 10 minutes or so”. “Thanks. It smells wonderful” Sam said, “I’ll only be a few minutes”.

 

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Sam walked into the lounge to see Peter emerging from the kitchen carrying a plate laden high with eggs, bacon and toast. “This is yours. Do you want tea or coffee?” “Coffee please. What about your breakfast, I’m not starting mine until you have yours”. Peter smiled. “Never fear I’ll bring mine through in a moment”. Peter went into the kitchen and quickly returned with a tray containing his breakfast together with two steaming mugs of coffee. “Help yourself to sugar and milk”. “Thanks. I like my coffee black with no sugar so this is fine” Sam replied tucking into her eggs and bacon. “This is delicious. Much nicer than anything I’ve had for a long time”. “I get most of my food from farmer’s markets. It just tastes so much better” Peter responded. “While you where in the bathroom my friend Mark called. He invited me to join him and Lisa for drinks in Woolton at 5 this evening. Would you like to go Sam? I’m working tomorrow so it would only be for a couple of hours. I can’t have the kids laughing at me for falling asleep at my desk in the morning!” “Yes I’d love to meet your friends. Are Mark and Lisa the ones I almost met on Friday evening?” “Yes well remembered. Friday was Mark’s birthday. I think that he has only just recovered from the effects of Friday today”. Peter said with a laugh. “What shall we do for the next few hours?” Sam said her hand massaging Peter’s thigh. Peter took Sam by the hand and lead her into the bedroom. “Surely you aren’t going to leave those dirty dishes?” Sam said with a wicked smile. “They’ll wait” Peter replied pulling at Sam’s clothes.

There love making was long and tender. Afterwards as they lay together with Sam’s head resting on Peter’s shoulder he became aware that Sam’s face was wet with tears. “What is it Sam? Did I hurt you my darling?” He said pulling her close. “No, no it was beautiful. I wanted it to go on forever” Sam replied sobs convulsing her body. “Sam could see the concern in Peter’s eyes. “Sometimes something is so beautiful and special that you cry. I’m crying with joy not because I’m unhappy. Please don’t think I’m sad. You make me so very, very happy my darling man”. After the loveless couplings with clients, the faking of orgasms, to be held and truly cherished and loved opened the flood gates. Sam wept for the loss of her innocence, out of gratitude for the love of Peter but most of all she cried because she was a liar. She was deceiving a good and decent man, how could she do that. Horrible hateful girl she told herself.