~Chapter Two~

After school, Sam walked Holly home, and when she reached out and clasped hands with him, he smiled softly. The butterflies that had been swarming in his stomach quieted, and for once, Sam felt at ease and not the least bit worried about where his relationship with Holly was going – where he hoped it was going.

When they reached her house and she opened the door, they stepped inside and Holly commented, "My parents won't be home for a while."

"Really?" Sam asked, not sure how she intended him to take her offhand remark.

"Yeah. If you, uh, want to study in my room, we can do that."

Sam nodded and, catching the tone of nervous anticipation in Holly's voice, he guessed what she was saying. When she offered to get them something to drink, Sam shook his head and said, "I'm good," and, keeping their hands linked, he allowed her to lead him upstairs.

She opened the first door on the left, and Sam stopped momentarily in the doorway and looked around. "You must like purple," he commented, noting how the color dominated the room. The walls were a soft lavender, the eyelet curtains around the lone window across the room were a very pale tint of the same color, and the floral border that wrapped the walls near the ceiling were splashed with tints and shades of lilac and a deep blue-violet. His gaze fell upon the bed against the wall to their left, covered in, not surprisingly, a deep purple quilted bedspread. It was nice, he thought, and complemented her on it.

"Thanks. Not too girly?" Holly looked up at him with a hopeful grin. "You aren't freaked out by it?"

"No. It's nice, Hol. It suits you." Sam gazed down at her for a long moment then, dipping his head, took her mouth in a gentle kiss. When she moaned, so softly he felt it more than heard it, he opened his mouth and hesitantly slipped his tongue out to run it lightly over the curves of her lips.

She moaned a little louder the second time. Dropping his backpack, Sam reached out and drew Holly closer. He took her face in his broad hands and held it, then tilting his head slightly, fit his mouth over hers for a deeper, more satisfying taste of her. Instincts kicked in, and not needing to remember any of the suggestions Dean had given him, Sam somehow knew what to do as he held her. She felt so good, tasted even better, and Sam forgot all about homework and everything else as his world became centered on only one thing: Holly, and how much he wanted her.

Pulling her head back slightly, Holly took a gasp for breath, and said, "Sam!"

He dipped in for another taste of her before he asked, "What? Going too fast?" He hoped she wouldn't put the brakes on. As close as they were holding each other, Sam knew she had to be feeling his boner as it was pressed against the flatness of her abdomen.

"It's not that," Holly said, as she pulled back further. She reached down for his hand and, stepping further into the room, drew him with her to the edge of her bed. She reached up and, slowly began to release first one button, then another, on his shirt until it was hanging loose, baring his smooth chest to her gaze. She ran a slender hand over his skin, and teased at one of his nipples.

It was Sam's turn to moan. When she flicked over his nipple with the long nail of her thumb, he gasped and tipped his head back, closing his eyes. When he felt the warm wetness of her tongue flick over the sentient bud, he grunted, and jerked a little.

"Ticklish?" she asked as she slipped her hands inside his shirt to run them up and down his sides, from waist to armpits and back.

"No," Sam sighed raggedly. "Feels good. You feel amazing," he admitted. His hands were just as busy as hers were. As she continued to nibble on him, Sam reached between them to unfasten her blouse, and when it was undone, they worked together to take their shirts off, tossing them to the floor. When her torso was bare but for the sexy, lacy bra that hid her curves from his gaze, Sam leaned down and, starting at the side of her neck just under the lobe of her left ear, began to nuzzle and suck at her light, musky-scented skin. He nipped, gently bit, and sucked on her, leaving a small patch rosy and slightly swollen before he moved further down. He rooted his nose along her collarbone, and flicked out his tongue to leave a dampened trail downwards, and pressed a kiss over her heart. Finally, he leaned down far enough he could take the rosy pebble of her nipple into his mouth.

Holly gasped, and clasping his head in her hands, her fingers feathered through the soft locks of his hair, she held him close, drawing his opened mouth and flittering tongue more fully over the curves of her breast.

Sam wanted, needed, more. He drew Holly down with him on her bed, and laying her back, followed her down to lie beside her. He continued to suckle upon her, going from one breast to the other, and cupped the beautiful mounds of her flesh to bring them more fully into his mouth. He loved her taste, slightly fruity, and sweet/salty.

Holly ran her hands all over him, over and around his chest, the tapered curves and angles of his back and shoulders, and down to cup and press the cheeks of his butt through the coarse fabric of his denims. As they shifted their bodies, nipping and sucking, and caressing, Sam noted how well their bodies fit together. The hardness of his cock, even through the layers of his jeans and underwear, felt so fucking good nestled next to her he knew he needed to slow down a little or he'd shoot off his load in his pants.

He drew back slightly, her nipple popping out of his mouth with a little sucking noise, and Sam grunted again and gasped for air. "Hol...baby...we need to slow down."

"Why?" she looked up at him, her passion making her soft blue eyes turn dark and smoky.

Sam grinned ruefully at her, admitting, "I'm gonna make a mess of things pretty damn soon if I don't."

"But, I want you so much, Sam." Holly reached down between them and cupped him, and just the slight sensation of her thumb rubbing down the hard, throbbing ridge tenting his pants made Sam jerk against her.

"Baby, I want you too, but I don't want it to end before it even starts." He wished he were more experienced at this, and not such a fucking noob. He wanted to be smooth and suave, and have all the right moves, and instead, all he could do was tremble and be nervous, and hope like hell she didn't figure out he'd never done this before. Hoping he could cover up his inexperience and that Holly wouldn't realize he was making it all up as he goes, Sam dipped down to kiss her again, one sip and then another. "Let me..." he whispered, open mouth to open mouth, breathing the words more than speaking them. "Let me make it good for you." He hoped he could do it.

Holly nodded, her hair spread out under her in a silken fan. Sam bent down over her once more, and let his hands and lips blaze a trail over her warm, satiny skin that smelled of a delectable combination of her strawberry body wash, the light perfume she always wore, and her own spicy scent Sam knew he'd never forget.

As he licked and nipped, and ran his tongue over and in her belly button, his hands delved between them and began gathering and lifting the hem of her skirt up her thighs until her satiny panties were the only thing between her triangle of curls and his hand.

He hadn't touched her yet, and Sam could feel heat emanating from her. Heat. Moist heat. He moved his hand slightly, and just barely cupped her mound, and when she responded by opening herself to him, Sam allowed his instincts to take over. He slipped a finger under the lacy edge of her panties, and after teasing through the curls hidden from his gaze, found her center. Hot. Wet. He leaned down and pressed his nose against the dampened fabric, and breathed in her spicy musk. He realized that this...this...is what sex smelled like; a woman's sex. He liked it!

"God...Sam!" Holly cried out, her hips thrusting up towards his head. He momentarily rested the side of his face against her lower belly, just over her hipbone, and shushed her soothingly. When she calmed down a little, he resumed his teasing touches and tastes. He grew bolder. He slipped his finger over then through the lips of her moistened center, and after a moment, with a curl of his finger, and a start of surprise, found what he'd been searching for.

His thoughts turned momentarily to what he'd learned from Dean the night before. "Don't forget what I'm telling you, Sammy. Do it, and it'll make her lose her mind. Find that spot, and she'll think you're a god. Do it right, and that's what she'll call you."

Holly's back arched from the bed, her mewling cries giving Sam more courage to continue. He flicked his finger inside her, and found a spot that made Holly squirm under him. Pleased at his success, and urged on by her reaction to his efforts, he continued. After a couple minutes, he withdrew his finger, and smiled when she moaned in disappointment. He grasped the elastic waistband of her panties and drew them down her hips, assisted when Holly lifted up, making it easier for him to pull the fabric free. He drew the satin down her legs and off her feet.

That hindrance out of the way, he returned his attention to where they both wanted it to be. Suggestions from Dean in the back of his mind, and his confidence growing, Sam dipped his head and buried his nose right into the curls at her center. He loved her dark, musky scent. He wanted to taste her. He wondered if she tasted as good as she smelled, and determined to find out, he used his fingers to spread her nether lips apart, and with the tip of his tongue, ran it up and down the length of her opening, gathering up her juices. He sipped from her, and his first taste thrilled him so much he was afraid he'd come right then and there. He realized this was something he could spend a long time doing, and hoped he'd get the chance to do more of it later on.

Holly's gasped pleas and moans, and the way her body trembled under him, made Sam all the more intent and sure of himself and his ability to give her as much pleasure as he had it within him to give. Pushing thoughts of finding his own relief away, he continued to delve within her core with his talented tongue, fucking her with it, bringing her to the edge until she cried out, his name hoarse on her lips.

Except for the movies, and the occasional glimpses he'd gotten from Dean's porn watching, Sam had never seen a chick having an orgasm. Watching Holly's up close and very personal, he realized how much better the real thing was. He gave himself a mental high-five, wanting to shout out, "Hell, yeah!"

As Holly came down from her high, Sam moved back up her body, leaving little kisses and love bites along the way, until he was able to look her in the eyes and see how flushed she was. He leaned in to kiss her, and let her taste her own spice on his tongue.

Holly hummed softly, and relaxed against Sam's lanky body. "I don't think I can move. I know I can't feel my toes!" She giggled when Sam turned to his side and wrapped an arm around her and pulled her close, and blew softly into her ear.

Flicking out his tongue, Sam rimmed the curve of her ear with it, and chuckled when she squirmed in his arms. The curve of her hip butted against his dick, still hard and aching, and he was afraid he'd die from an extreme case of blue balls. He hoped Holly would give him a hand, so to speak, but he told himself not to expect it. It was all for her this time, he convinced himself.

When Holly shifted position, and rubbed against Sam, he could tell the moment she realized he hadn't come when she did. Her eyes rounded in surprise, and a moment later, she frowned in remorse.

"I'm sorry, Sam! I didn't realize..."

"It's ok, Hol. I'll be fine." Sam rolled over on his back, and when Holly lifted herself above him, he reached out to wrap his hands around her waist.

She raised up and, giving Sam a saucy grin, Holly reached out and slipped the metal button on his jeans through the loop, then slowly, agonizingly slow in Sam's opinion, lowered the tab of the zipper down, tugging it gently as it passed down over the hard ridge of his cloth-covered cock. When she tugged on his waistband, Sam lifted his hips just enough for her to lower his pants and boxers, allowing his dick to spring up.

"Oh, Sam..." Holly sighed as she took his penis in her hand. She looked at it, then up into his eyes, and Sam knew there was no way in hell he could hide from her how good it felt having her hold him that way. His eyelids closed for a moment, and he groaned as she began to move her hand slowly up and down his length, first gently, and then with more pressure and confidence. He felt the pressure begin to build, and when she ran her thumb over the slit at the tip and gathered up some of the pre-come leaking out, he gasped and felt his hips jerk as her hand pumping gathered speed with the added moisture, allowing his dick to slide easily within the curve of her hand and fingers. Between the hand pumps, she fondled his balls, rolling them in her hand gently.

Sam couldn't hold back. When the pressure grew too intense, and Holly's fingertip hit a certain spot right under the ridge of his cockhead, he felt it all go. His hips pressed forward, his dick well and truly fucked by her wonderful hand, and Sam spewed jets of creamy pearls over her hand and his stomach.

Sam was nervous afterwards, and he didn't know why. Whenever he'd thought about 'after' he'd wondered how it would be. Relaxed, zoned-out, in a 'happy place?' Cuddling, maybe? When Holly rose from the bed and escaped to the bathroom, Sam realized he was actually a little relieved. When she returned a few minutes later, he took his turn in the bathroom, and hurriedly cleaned himself up. When he got back to her bedroom, he found Holly sitting on her bed.

"Hol?" She looked up at him and Sam realized he wasn't the only one who felt unsure. "You okay?"

She nodded and gave him the sweetest smile, and Sam knew it would be ok. He crossed the room and joined her on the bed, and for the next little while they leaned back against the headboard together, his arms around her, and they talked, giggled, and kissed.

By the time they heard the front door open and close downstairs, and her parents called out Holly's name, they were sitting close together at her desk, working on Holly's homework. When Holly's mom stuck her head in and said hello, there was so sign that anything untoward had happened only an hour ago.

Sam accepted an invitation to have supper with them, so it was a couple hours later when Holly walked Sam to the door, and they stood close together, whispering, that Sam finally found the nerve to ask her, blushing hotly, "Hol, earlier, when we were...you know...was it good for you? Did I do it right?"

Holly gave him a sweet smile, and took his face in her hands. "Oh, Sam...it was perfect. I loved it. You didn't even have to ask. Couldn't you see it?"

"Yeah, I did, but, well...I just needed to know, for sure, y'know?" He leaned down and kissed her, keeping it light and soft, knowing they couldn't start something with her parents in the next room. "When can we do this again, Hol?"

She shook her head and whispered, "I don't know. We have to be careful. Soon, though...it has to be soon!" Holly wrapped her arms around Sam's neck and he pulled her close, and he knew it couldn't come soon enough.

wWw

As soon as he walked into the apartment and glanced over at Dean, Sam knew the interrogation was about to begin. He dropped his backpack beside the door as usual, then went to the couch and fell across it, toeing his tennis shoes off onto the floor.

Dean was sitting at the kitchenette table, with a sandwich and a longneck in front of him. His mouth full, he spoke around it and asked, "So, Sammy, how'd it go? Give me the deets, dude."

Not wanting to kiss-and-tell, Sam tried to ignore his brother by reaching for the TV remote and thumbed the set on. He flipped through the channels and knew Dean wouldn't leave him alone until he said something. He was right.

"Sam, c'mon, man. Gimme a little," Dean grinned after he took a long pull from his beer. "I helped you out, gave you pointers. Least you could do is let me know how they worked for you."

"Dean, I—" he hedged, not sure what he could say, what he wanted to say, without spilling everything.

"You what, Sammy?" Dean asked as he took the last bite of his sandwich. He took a moment to toss his trash away then he strode across the room and made Sam sit up before plopping down beside him. He waited for Sam to continue. When Sam said nothing, Dean gave him a raised eyebrow as if to say, I'm waiting...

Sam sighed, then used the remote to turn the TV back off. He tossed the remote to the side then turned his head and looked straight at his brother. "We didn't exactly, well, go all the way, Dean."

"What does not exactly mean in this case, bro?" Dean asked with a smirk. "Please tell me you at least got to second base with her. If you didn't, then I have no hope for you."

Sam felt the blood rise to his cheeks and scalp, and was embarrassed knowing Dean could read that reaction like a book. When his brother tipped back his head and let loose a roaring laugh, Sam began to rise from the couch in frustration until Dean reached out and stopped him.

"C'mon, Sammy, tell me at least something that happened. I have to live vicariously through you this time."

Sam scoffed. "Yeah, right. You're always hooking up with some girl or another. You don't have to get your thrills through me. You get them all the time on your own."

Dean nodded, having to agree. "Maybe so, but you're my brother, Sam. I gave you pointers last night. I wanna know if you used them."

Sam refused to go into details, and he told Dean as much, but he did share one thing. "Well, I...uh...I tried...uh...I mean, she really liked it when..."

"When what? You're so killin' me, dude! Spit it out!"

Dean's comment made Sam chuckle. He shrugged and admitted, stuttering, "I like to...like to go...go..."

Dean chuckled. "Go down on her?" he guessed. "Lick up her cream like a cat with fresh milk?" Sam's fiery blush was answer enough. Dean reached out and thumped Sam's knee with a loose fist and said, "That's my boy."

Sam couldn't take any more of his brother's teasing. This time when he made the move to rise from the couch, Dean let him go, but not without making one last smart-ass remark. "Did you make it to God status?"

Sam turned, and without a word, flipped Dean off, then turned back and went to his room, slamming the door behind him, but not before hearing his brother laugh uproariously.