The Sam and Janet chronciles Part 2: Lazy Sundays

Lazy Sundays

The radio was blaring up form downstairs when she awoke. Peeking out from under the covers, she saw that the clock read almost half past eleven. It was still Sunday morning, which was good. Stretching like a cat, she spread out on the bed. Feeling the feather soft mattress beneath her, and the velvety soft duvet above her. The cool breeze that drifted in through the open window took the edge of the heat that was coming in from the clear sky outside. All in all, it was a perfect start to the day.

Sitting up, she tilted her first to one side, then the other, working out the kinks in the neck. She was still adjusting to sharing the bed with another, but she would, in time. Listening quietly, she heard what station the other woman had set the radio to, and smiled. They shared the same tastes, it seemed. Throwing the covers off, Sam climbed out of bed. She still couldn’t figure out why she was doing it, sharing her house with Janet. It’s not like she had had lesbian feelings before, so was she doing it now? Maybe she had given up hope of finding a decent guy. They either died, were unattainable, or just seemingly not interested.

It didn’t really matter, the brunette had been over the moon about what had happened in the week, and had shown it. Their nights were spent mostly inside, doors locked, and learning what the other liked and didn’t like. It was fun, and Sam did enjoy learning every square inch of Janet’s creamy soft skin. Thinking of the woman sent warm tingly feelings all over her body, and not just between her legs, either. Her whole attitude had changed since the day of the photo shoot, she was much brighter about life, had a slight bounce in her step. She had even started to hum at work, which had made the colonel pester her with questions. He had thought there was a guy involved, and she had truthfully denied it. Thankfully, he hadn’t latched onto the obvious next question.

Putting him out of her mind, Sam went into her bathroom. The reflection in the mirror showed her blond hair slightly messed from sleeping, but that could stay. She smiled and went back into the bedroom to get dressed. Slipping the dressing gown onto her naked form, Sam left the room and headed downstairs. The smells that were coming from the kitchen were making her mouth water. The woman knew how to cook. Entering the fairly large kitchen, Sam walked up behind her and slipped her arms around Janet’s waist. “Morning.” She said she kissed her neck.

Janet looked at her over her shoulder. “Morning, sleepy. Hungry?” She moved form the cooker to the sideboard, where two plates sat. Fishing something out of one of the drawers, she piled up the plates with all sorts of fried foods. Eggs, tomatoes, bread, bacon and sausages. Putting the frying pan in the sink, Janet then picked up the two plates and walked into the living room. Sam followed like a little puppy, evidently hungry.

Janet sat down at the large oak dining table, and Sam sat down opposite, digging into the food with a frenzy. It was unusual for her to get really hungry, but Sam’s appetite was starting to grow lately. Maybe it was the increased activities, or just the quality of the food. However, she didn’t really care as long as the doctor kept up the good cooking. Wiping her mouth with a napkin Sam smiled. “So, what did you want to do today?”

Janet looked up and thought a moment. Sam knew it was an act; the woman had an insatiable libido, and only wanted one thing when they had the time, and often when they didn’t. She was proven correct when a foot trailed sensuously up her leg. “Now Jan, Sundays are for spending time with people, not for being locked up indoors.” The pout on the brunette woman nearly made her laugh. It was cute. “Okay, but only for a short time, I do want to go out today, okay?”

Janet’s grin told her that it was a deal. The plates were whisked away, and Sam got up, heading towards the downstairs bathroom, intent on washing her hands before the bedroom. Apparently, there were other plans. Before she could go more than three paces, hands came around her from behind, holding tightly. “Honestly, Janet, how can I go upstairs if you hold onto me like this?” The answer was not spoken. One of the hands drifted downwards, towards her rapidly moistening vagina. Sam bit a lip and moaned in anticipation. “Oh, I see-ee.” Her voice squealed when the hand slid under the thin material of the dressing gown and rubbed lightly.

Sam’s legs nearly buckled beneath her when one long finger penetrated her, probing deeply. She let out a moan when Janet started to kiss just behind her left ear, still holding the one digit inside the blond woman. Her legs trembled violently when another finger slipped in, and the two started to thrust. Janet was still kissing her neck, driving her crazy with desire. Sam started ton grind herself against the hand, letting out deep, hoarse moans of pleasure. The woman was the best that Sam had ever had, and she’d experimented in collage, who hadn’t?

The fingers were now moving faster within her, and Sam could feel the bubble starting to rise. She wouldn’t last long, unless the brunette slowed down. What she did do, in fact, was to increase the speed. Her fingers were now moving very rapidly, the other hand moving up to cup the soft breasts through the garment that Sam had on. When the bubble finally burst, Sam’s world burst into a brilliant white light, which faded into blackness. Blinking slowly, Sam opened her eyes. She was on her back on the floor, panting heavily. Janet was above her, looking concerned, but also triumphant.

Sam sat up and locked eyes with Janet. “Okay, Doctor... for that, you’re going to really get it.” As she climbed to her feet, Janet took off. Running upstairs. Sam followed, taking them two at a time. Landing on the hall at the top, she slowly approached the master bedroom. Opening the door, she saw Janet hiding under the covers. Approaching, Sam took a firm grip on them at the foot of the bed and yanked them clean off.

Janet was led in a foetal position, looking at Sam through her fingertips. She could see the grin on the woman’s face, and knew that she wasn’t really sacred. Climbing onto the bed, Sam led behind her and gently kissed her. Running her hand up and down Janet’s side softly, slowly. The woman moaned and moved closer, wanting more. Licking her lips with anticipation, Sam rolled her onto her back and kissed her tenderly, letting her tongue enter Janet’s mouth, to roll and mingle with the other woman’s.

As they kissed passionately, Sam let a hand stray down the doctor’s body until it stopped at the flat, firm stomach. She slowly rubbed around in small circles, hearing Janet moan, liking it. Sam took her hand away and climbed on top, straddling the woman beneath her, looking down, she saw Janet look up at her with complete adoration. It made her smile, both outside and inside to see that look. She leaned down and kissed Janet again, letting a leg slip between the smaller woman’s. It rubbed up against the brown hairs gently, and Janet’s eyes closed in pleasure as a groan escaped her.

Sam knew how she could make the woman feel good; all it needed was for Sam to do what made her feel good. Taking the leg away, she let the hand take it’s place, rubbing softly with the palm. Janet was moaning and groaning, raking her fingernails softly across Sam’s back, kissing her with a passion she had not shown up to then. Sam slid two fingers inside the tunnel of flesh, and Janet’s eyes flashed open, her iris’s unfocused.

Sam moved to kissing her neck, biting down on the pulse-point as she slowly started to move her fingers back and forth, curling them slightly, so that her fingertips grazed the walls. Janet was gasping now, her breaths shallow and uneven. When Sam added the third finger, she felt Janet’s vagina contract around them as the scream tore from her throat. It took maybe half a minute before she stopped. Collapsing back, Janet looked at her with heavy-lidded eyes and a vague smile on her lips.

“God Sam, that was… wow.” She said finally, after having caught her breath. “Okay, I guess we agreed. Where did you want to go?” Sam was impressed, usually she just wanted to stay in bed and carry on. Obviously she was starting to calm down, and not be so desperate. She smiled and snuggled down next to her, draping an arm and a leg over the small brunette.

“All I want to do now is stay here…” She said softly, next to Janet’s ear. Letting her head rest against the pillow, Sam sighed happily. She did indeed feel happy, happier than she had in awhile. It was nice to just lie there with someone, snuggled against them. Another contented sigh escaped her and she thought about tomorrow. She would just have to say something. It would come out eventually, and it would be best if ti came from the horse’s mouth, rather than someone else. However, tomorrow was another day. There was still today to live through, and right then, Samantha Carter was happy.