(M-F) Samantha and Jack -- Sexual Tension | 2016

[Sorry for the wall of text. This is continuation of our story and the buildup and tension as it happened is a part of the story as much as the sex]

Continuation of: http://redd.it/1l7js3 and http://redd.it/1l89oo

Friday morning and “girls weekend” is here.

Amanda, my twin sister gets in super early, which was great. We’d have time to chat and she wanted to hear all about Jack. Our guests are due in about an hour.

Jack and Amanda say hello with bigs hugs and kisses. Amanda gives Jack the once over and ask how he’s feeling and about his concussion. Jack shows her where the gash on the back of his head was and then Jack is off to go into town to pick up a package at the post office, grab lunch and then head back home and maybe go for a run.

Jack gave me a kiss good-bye and said “See you later! Maybe I’ll see you in town?” alluding to the fact that all of us girls, once everyone arrived, were going to the spa in town for a day of beauty -- manicure, pedicure, massage -- the works.

As soon as Jack was out of earshot, Amanda started peppering me with questions. Amanda spoke frankly, directly and held nothing back.

“So,” she began, “great sex?”

I smiled. And we both laughed.

“Incredible,” I said and smiled.

“You know,” Amanda continued, “he’s in love with you.”

“What? .. What makes you say that?”

“Did you see the way he looks at you, Sam? He said hello to me, but couldn't wait to look at you.”

I laughed. “We’re identical twins, he was kinda lookin at me,” I joked.

Amanda continued, ‘And you’re in love with him.”

“I am,” I said.

“Sammi, I am so happy for you, “ Amanda said, “He’s perfect. And you’re perfect and I know good things are happening.” We both hugged and shared some happy tears.

“Mom’s happy too,” Amanda let slip.

“What? How does mom know anything?”

“She knows you two are doing the deed,” Amanda laughed, “you’re little charade when she visited didn’t fool her one bit. She described you as ‘glowing’ and smiley and happy. And in the next breath was wondering if I could gently tell you to be sure to use condoms.”

After my initial shock, Amanda and I laughed some more, we engaged in sisterly girl-talk, mostly about Jack, and Amanda’s own boyfriend, until our guests arrived -- June, Alexandra and Sophia -- and then we piled into Amanda’s car headed into town for our day of beauty.

The traffic was dreadful along the two lane road that lead into town and cars were barely moving in either direction, but we couldn’t see what was going on. Amanda rolled down the window and asked a woman in a convertible stopped next to us going in the other direction what the slowdown was.

“Two cars are on the side and two police cars,” the woman explained, “and a lot of rubbernecking.”

Finally we rounded the turn to see one police officer directing traffic in each direction and the cars on the side of the road, and then I heard Amanda.

“Oh no … that’s Jack’s car.”

I started to shake and not sure why, but jumped out of the car and ran toward the scene, kicking off my sandals to run faster and yelling Jack’s name. It was all a blur. My heart was pounding, and I felt sick thinking Jack was hurt.

Amanda later told me upon hearing my yelling, Jack’s head popped up like a meerkat sentry.

I still couldn’t see him, and then he heard my name.

“Samantha?”

It was Jack’s voice.

I saw him. Standing. He looked ok. And I just leaped into his arms and wrapped my legs around his waist,buried my face in his neck and cried. And kissed him, and looked into his eyes

“Are you ok? Were you in an accident? What Happened??”

“Sam, Sam, Sam, calm down, I’m ok. Flat tire.I stopped to help this lady, she has young children, they were blocking the road. I pushed it off and changed the tire. The police came to make sure we didn’t get hit.”

And then with me still attached to Jack’s waist, I heard whistles and hoots and hollers from all the stopped cars. I had made the ultimate ass of myself.

I got off of Jack, he kissed me and he shooed me back to the safety of Amanda’s car.

“I’ll call you as soon as I get back in the car,” Jack said. “Leave your phone on.”

I head back to the car, collect my discarded sandals and jump in, flush, sweaty, embarrassed and shaky, emotional, happy, angry … basically confused, but … happy … And of course they hit me with a barrage of questions.

“What happened? Is he ok? Is he hurt? Are you ok? What happened? Why did you run? Are you crazy?”

“Shhhhhhhh,“I yelled. And between the little bit of shock and relief and crying, I just blurted it out, “The fucker was helping a lady change her tire.”

The car fell silent. Then everyone burst out laughing. And the tears continued to stream down my face. I was relieved.

We were finally passing the scene,I could see the young mother thanking Jack. He saw us and standing there in a grimy T-shirt he gave us a big toothy grin and a hokey salute with his grimy right hand. He headed back to his car.

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