My Best Studies Ever – finale

Sometimes crazy events are remembered by where and when things happen. While my parents are on vacation I had hoped to have a usual, clueless, homework filled to the gun walls kind of time; intermittently excited by the presence of my best friend Samantha.

However, the last couple of days since she and me began our ‘sexual studies’ has turned my world upside down in more ways than I could imagine. How could anyone imagine that Samantha, a lady and now lover I know I still will disappoint in the end, would even show me the time of day beyond friendship…

Then came the part of Tabatha, Daisy, Aunt Matilda, plus the up and coming ‘trip to the river,’ that promises to even be more wild!

Sometimes things change, and with that change your world turns in an unexpected, wonderful and incredible new direction.

This day happens to be one of those times, and I would not change it for anything…


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Once again my folks had made contact via e-mail; the usual update with pictures of their vacation, along with the usual questions of school/friends/relatives/neighbors and the like. Dad being dad was right to the point in his questions: Is the house still intact? Have I burned the city to the ground? Won the lottery yet?

I sent back to them:

All is fine, Samantha is helping me with my studies; Aunt Matilda is coming by to make sure the house is still intact. She sends her love with full kisses and all, says she is seeing someone special and will have a new story tell you involving a motorbike and a ride for you dad in the sidecar.

I would love to see the look on his face when that happened!

I was soaking my feet in the backyard pool, listening to the gentle gurgle of the artificial falls and the breeze in the trees that block out the entire world, when dad texted me with a simple message – Listen to Matilda, she has a good bit of common sense; ‘love and kisses’ nearly gave me a heart attack son. Bad enough I walked off the end of the pier.

Now that gave me a deep, loud and long laugh; so I promptly e-mailed back to mom, asking that she send any pictures of dads walk off the pier.

She responded with a simple, curt, reply of “Shall do Benny.”

“Who is Benny?” a voice asked at my shoulder…

I was startled so bad that Samantha just stood there, watching the expanding waves in the pool from where I half fell, half leapt into it.

When I managed to get back up to the surface; gasping, sputtering water from my lungs, only to see Samantha sitting there with a smile on her face. She just rolled her eyes and giggled, apparently she has been sitting there for some time behind me.

Great, I’ve manage to once again go and make a fool of myself.

“Who is this ‘Benny’ mentioned in the e-mail?” she asked for a second time.

“Uh…” my cheeks felt hotter than molten steel with embarrassment, “that is my mothers nickname for me since I was a couple of years old.”

“I love it; it’s so precious Benjamin….just like you are…” she gave out a short string of giggles.

“So may I call you that when it’s just us together Benjamin?”

I nodded yes to her, knowing that she will not tease me constantly with that nickname; one promise I got from her is that no one else is to know of it. I figure there are some things for me and Samantha alone to share.


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I have to say one thing about floating around in a swimming pool, it gives you a rather unique perspective on the world; sometimes it also gives you that moment you need to see things as the way they have become…

So it is that I noticed two things about Samantha:

The first is how her smile shone in the light, her eyes glistening with playful laughter in their depths, and yet more was there, inviting and gentle all in one; the way her hand gently plays in her hair; even the slight blush hugging her cheeks as she giggles with a bit of nervousness and looks down and away, yet looking back just as quickly.

I see Samantha my best friend, and I see Samantha who has come to mean so much more.

The other thing I had noticed was kind of obvious at any first glance…

It is her complete lack of a swimsuit; not to mention any garment at all; covering her bared, beautiful body.

I just took in the sight of her sitting on a thick towel, one arm looped under her drawn up knees, the other hand teasingly twining her hair about the fingers; her skin glimmering in the light, her small breasts visible with their nipples firm and pink.

She slowly moved her one hand from her hair down her cheek, jaw and neck; a smile of pure mischief shone while she licked her lips seductively with her tongue. Her eyes half closed, coyly looking away for a bit and then coming back again as her hand reached her collar bone, teasingly moving in soft, short circles.

I watched her place clench all but two fingers, guiding these down to between each of her breasts; gentle circles starting on the outermost edges of each breast, tightening as she spirals them inward, until the tips reach each of her nipples, where she gently strokes them in turn; during the entire time she gave out a series of soft gasps and twitches of her body.

Both of her eyes danced with a passion different from any other time I have seen so far. Not a wild lust or a passionate burning for physical intimacy. This is something different; as she suddenly looked away, blushing like I have never seen before, then looking back, as we both smiled at the same time.

The silence between the two of us spoke volumes we partly understood; together we reached out our hands for one another’s, wondering just what would happen…

When the wind came up suddenly, dumping a bunch of leaves from the surrounding trees all over me.

It took a great deal of effort to get them out of my hair; my sheepish grin at Samantha was met in kind by a look of unexpected warmth.

As is typical for me, I wind up breaking the moment with a completely stupid question:

“Uh, Samantha, where is your swimsuit? I thought you were getting ready for Aunt Matilda to come back?”

“I am in my swimsuit; the one I intend to wear for the two of us,” she said, stretching out on a towel on her stomach, both of her lower legs flexing slowly up and down.

I drifted up to the side of the pool, totally oblivious that my I-phone is now imitating the Titanic on the bottom of the pool. Right now I had other things on my mind, something that I have dreamed of for a long time, hoped for as well, and if it works out today, may actually happen…

“But, but your not wearing one…” when am I going to stop sounding so stupid?

“Benjamin, I prefer skinny dipping when I get the chance to,” she stretched out on her side, flexing her leg just so, allowing me to see her breasts with their pink, upright nipples looking so fine, her soft abdomen and the womanhood between her legs…

“I prefer not wearing a swimsuit, too confining; mind you I’m not a nudist, I just like to be out in the sun. How come you didn’t notice earlier that I have no tan lines?”

To emphasize this last point she moved her hands around her breasts, gently caressing them in ever tightening circles unto the nipples, moving her legs about to show me her bared hips and womanhood; no tan lines at all, something I had clearly missed.

Once again the obvious eludes me; but with a wonder like Samantha around, I guess any man could make such a mistake…I just need to make sure it does not happen anymore.

“No problem, do as you wish…” I said to her. The heat flowing out of my body should have turned the entire pool into a cloud of billowing steam, leaving me slowly melting through the bottom and into the depths of the earth.

I had to fight incredibly hard to keep the usual blind panic from setting in; that habit has to end now, for the very sake of my own sanity at the least.

“Benjamin, I have a question of my own,” she gave me a coy look, one of a wily coyote that has cornered its chosen prey.

“I know you have your trunks on, but why still the shirt and the shoes…must be hard to swim that way…”

“Oh, uh let me get them off…and MY PHONE!” I shouted out.

I panicked as I looked around on the bottom for it, seeing it in the deepest end. Kicking off the shoes and socks, pulling off my shirt and tossing it next to Samantha, I just gave a stupid, sheepish grin.

“Be right back,” and dove down to get it, though it is probably ruined by now.

When I came back up, the first sound to greet my ears was the clarion call of Samantha’s cell phone:

Beep – beep – beep.

Letting me know that trouble was fully on the way…

I could only wonder what doom is going to occur this time; though so long as Samantha is there, the expectation of doom and destruction can be made more tolerable and enjoyable.


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“Daisy just phoned me, Mindy is giving Matilda a royal fit as she is being punished with having to wear a dress for the next three months; there is a storm warning issued for the river area, seems it blew up from the sea rather unexpectedly, so that portion of our day is out of action,” Samantha said.

“We have the day to ourselves Benjamin, and I want to have some fun, here in the pool if you don’t mind…it’s not the river, yet it’s cool and wet.” She just shook her head in disappointment, whether from not going to the river, or the promises Aunt Matilda had made – the fun she wanted to have with the girls – I never bothered to ask.

“Samantha, the river can wait for another day; maybe we can get together with everyone tomorrow,” I said.

“By the way,” Samantha asked with a quizzical look on her face.

Samantha reached out with one hand, gently stroking my blushing cheek; her eyes dancing with affection and wonder that enhanced her beauty more and more. My heart kept skipping a beat, while I felt like at practically any minute I would launch off to the moon.

“Matilda kept saying your dad texted her about your e-mail and then he walked off of a pier; what happened with that?”

“Oh I just said to him Aunt Matilda sends her most heartfelt love and kisses,” is all I could think to say.

Samantha’s burst-of-a-gut, doubled over laughter showed how great a sense of humor she possesses.

My neighbor’s old cat, a tortoise shell calico called Old Jamis heartily yowled in off keyed protest. Apparently he was stalking a leaf or a flower blowing in the wind, and had his game interrupted by Samantha.

I have to admit, the sight of Samantha, the sunlight glimmering on her soft skin and amber hair; eyes dancing with pure enjoyment of the moment sent a series of electrifying thrills along the entire length of my being. She kept laughing so hard I wondered if she would roll into the pool with me…

Not that it would be a bad thing.

I joined in with her laughter, watching as she rolled onto her side, bosom heaving up and down, tears shining in the light like a thousand miniature, perfectly cut diamonds.

“You told your dad that? You actually did that?”

“Yup,” and that sent her into another round of laughter, her chest and stomach heaving, body quaking and eyes shutting tight from the sheer level of amusement; personally I don’t think Samantha could have looked more beautiful to me than at that moment, seeing her completely at ease.

She scooted over to the side of the pool, stretching out with her head propped on one hand.

“Honestly Benjamin, as long as we have known each other I never thought you had THAT kind of humor,” she pulled her knees level with her chest, allowing me to see her womanhood in all its wonder; the clear dampness upon it telling of other sensations at play within her.

“I like it though, I’ve been learning so much new stuff about you…yet I can see two things we need to work on…”

She stretched forward over the edge of the pool, one hand gently swirling among my soaked hair; me, I just kept my eyes focused on her face. Her breasts looked so magnificent, my mind wanting to have my hand to move and touch them…no…not now…

“Benny, go ahead if you wish to, you know by now I won’t bite back,” she softly, tenderly told me.

Holding onto the pool’s edge with one hand, I brought the other up to rest upon one breast.

I still find it amazing how soft and tender it feels, the warmth of her body flowing into my hand from it; as she had done earlier, I gently caressed it in a inward spiral from the outer edges, finally touching her nipple in the softest of touches I can achieve.

“Meow,” sounded off the cat, demanding our attention.

Samantha’s eyes started to have that far seeing, dreamy look upon them; her breathing gradually became more and more shallow, raspy and flowing across her puckering lips.

Slowly I moved my hand to the side of her body, tenderly teasing and pleasing her sensitive spots, each one in turn drawing shudders, soft squeals and full gasps of breath as I began to see the slight sheen of perspiration on her body. Twice her stomach flexed inward when I ran my fingertips across it, tickling around her belly button, and just reaching the edge of her womanhood.

“Meow, meow,” Jamis sounded off.

When my fingers began to explore her most intimate of areas, she grasped the back of my head with her hand to keep her balance; her hips and abdomen began swaying, her bottom thrusting up into the air, she began to make a series of sharp, biting sounds as wave after wave of pleasure rolled across her entire body.

“Don’t stop for anything…” she rasped just as I found the one spot she wanted me to focus upon.

Finally she threw both of her arms around my head and neck, pulling me into her chest and the side of the pool as one massive shudder hit; then she looked at me with her dreamy eyes and a look of uttermost contentment on her face.

“Meow,” old Jamis yowled in protest, demanding our attention; he started bouncing his head off of Samantha’s hip and leg.

Samantha kissed me softly on the lips, happy as anything.

“Do you think you could do that again?