The Adventures of Samantha Part 1-A Movie with Mark

Despite being “Part 1” of this story, there IS a previous chapter, sort of a “prologue” if you will. I’d strongly recommend reading that one first, since you won’t really get the premise of the story otherwise. Enjoy!

My first few weeks at Rogers were pretty intimidating. This was my first time going to an actual school, having been homeschooled my whole life. I wasn’t used to having to lug around textbooks or go to a different building on the other side of campus for a class; usually, all classes were at my kitchen table.

But that’s not to say I didn’t enjoy it. Rogers was an all-boys school until about 10 years ago, when it first started admitting girls. It was still largely a boys’ school though; I read in the school newspaper that it was about 85% boys. Not that I was complaining. The boys were all very eager to assist the new, young, helpless farm girl around. The girls were a different story. Some didn’t appreciate the fact that I’d taken some of the attention away from them. Others treated me fine but didn’t go out of the way to be friendly to me.

I was technically a Sophomore despite it being my first year of high school, due to the fact that my Mom had pushed us a little harder than a typical school would. That meant that all the boys (and girls) in my classes were older. Which probably explains some of the attention from boys and some of the disdain from girls. I decided I wanted to meet some people my own age, and make some money on the side, so I signed up to be an algebra tutor at the student center.

I met Carly there, who would eventually turn out to be my best friend. Carly is a brilliant writer; she was already working on a novella and, having read the first few chapters, I can say that it was better than most of the fiction I’d read so far. Her problem was math; she was terrible at it. I guess some people have math brains and some don’t; she certainly didn’t. She came in to the tutoring center early on, needing help with solving simultaneous equations, something I’d probably learned 3 years ago. I guess I did a good job at explaining it to her because she did well on the exam and came back twice a week from that point on.

Carly is tall, maybe 5’10” with wavy dirty blonde hair and as skinny as a rail. Her boobs weren’t big; in fact they were probably smaller than mine originally were (being that tall didn’t help) but she had amazing legs. She ran on the track team. I guess she never had much luck attracting guys, which is strange to me at this school. I figured they were intimidated by her height.

On a Saturday evening, maybe a month after I moved in, Carly and I were going over some geometry proofs in my room together when we heard a knock on the door. It was Mark, from across the hall.

“Hey Samantha, I was just–oh you seem to be busy… I can come back another time.” Mark had spotted Carly, who was looking over to the door curiously.

“No, it’s fine,” Carly said. “I have to leave in a bit,we have a meet in Springfield tomorrow and there’s a 5am wakeup call.” She seemed annoyed just thinking about it.

“Oh, alright then.” Mark looked a bit nervous. “I was wondering if you wanted to come over and watch a movie or something.” He wasn’t quite looking at me, but off into the distance. It was kind of cute.

“Sure, why not.” I was nervous too but managed to smile at him. “8pm?”

“Sounds great.” This time he looked at me and was smiling ear to ear. “See you then.”

I closed the door and walked back toward Carly. She seemed annoyed but we continued the lesson until she spoke.

“Have you… Have you ever slept with a guy before?”

“No,” I said. “I’d barely even SEEN boys before I arrived here, aside from my brother and some of my cousins. There are some boys from my town but they always seemed to be a few years older or younger.”

“Me either… It’s hard for me to talk to them… It’s hard for me to even decide I WANT to talk to them sometimes. Maybe once I’ve been with one I’ll want it more… I don’t know.” She was rambling. “Look, I should get going, you need to get ready.” She forced a smile, got up and grabbed her books. “I want to hear every detail!” and left.

She brought up a point that made her nervous. What was Mark expecting out of this? I was pretty sure he knew she’d been masturbating on the day she moved in. I got very nervous pretty quickly. I was very curious about sex, having had a very secluded childhood. I hadn’t even seen a penis before, except for maybe my little brother’s when I was very little, but I couldn’t even remember that.