“This isn't what I meant when I said I didn't really want to be alone.

I'm not asking you to... take care of me.”

"I know you're not asking." She leaned forward and gently kissed my lips. "I want to take care of you.”

“Sam...”

“You'll feel a lot better after. And I'll feel better after." She wrapped her arms around my neck, pulled me close while sealing her lips over mine.

What followed was not the greatest lovemaking session of all time or anything remotely close. But she felt very comfortable and I felt quite comforted. She rode on top of me doing nothing more than slowly undulating forward and backwards a few inches at a time. Fifteen minutes Later, sweet and loving Sam quietly came without picking up speed or getting any real direct stimulation. I could see it in the way her eyes fluttered as she gasped in surprise when it snuck up on her.

When her clenching cunt constricted around my cock, her orgasm triggered mine. And I made one final upward thrust, exhaling in unconditional relief as I spent myself deep within her welcoming body.

She was right.

I felt better.

Sam and I had just the one round of lovemaking before getting dressed and heading downstairs. Mother had arrived, and the two of them chatted as per usual for a Monday evening. But Mother took note of my somber demeanor, and Sam glanced at me for permission before telling her that

Naimh and I more or less broke up today.

In a surprisingly maternal reaction, Mother walked over and gave me a hug. I didn't know how to react at first, and it took me a few moments before I closed my arms to return the hug.

“Do you want to talk about it?" she asked with genuine concern.

"Uh, not really," I grumbled. "I'm kinda done talking about it today, but Sam knows everything if you want to ask her."

Mother nodded understandingly and gave me a wan smile. She released me, and I told the Ladies I was going upstairs to do my homework.

Sam came to my bedroom an hour and a half later and found me with my forehead down on top of my U.S. History textbook, not getting a whole lot accomplished. I didn't move as she approached, knelt down next to my chair, and just sort of slowly stroked my head for a bit and then turned it into a one-handed neck rub. I closed my eyes and sighed, feeling myself relax at her tender touch. And eventually, she leaned forward far enough to kiss my cheek and say quietly, “Come on."

I turned my head to look at her and asked, “Where are we going?"

She remained silently mysterious and pulled on my arm until I turned my chair and got up. When she started tugging my shirt up, I didn't grab her wrists or ask what she was doing; I just let her remove my shirt.

She undressed me completely until I stood naked before her. Then she gave me a seductive smile and silently disrobed herself as well. The sexy, stacked blonde didn't make a big show of it, nor was she coy; she merely took her clothes off as casually as if she were alone in her own bedroom. And then she took me by the hand and led me into the bathroom.

We didn‘t have shower sex, nor did she even start up any real foreplay.

Sam squirted shampoo into her hands and gave me a bit of a scalp massage while cleaning my hair. She Lathered body wash all over me and then grabbed the detachable handle to rinse me off while I braced myself against the wall. She even rubbed facewash into my forehead, cheeks, and chin. And once she was done with me, she matter-of-factly cleaned herself up as well.

I kept my hands to myself for the first time ever when taking a shower with a beautiful naked girl, although the sight of her spectacular body covered with streaks of soap and bubbles could make a dead man sprout an erection. I was no different, although she didn't pay extra attention to my cock, even while drying it off. In the end she led me naked to my bed, pulled back the covers, and tucked me in. But just when I started to think she might kiss me goodnight, get dressed, and head home, she circled around to the other side of the bed, raised the covers, and slid in beside me.

Throwing a leg over mine, Sam cuddled up against my side, cradled my cheek, and started kissing me softly. I was feeling pleasantly relaxed, and despite our nudity, I didn't expect anything after the methodical nature of our shower. At this point, I figured Sam just wanted to make sure I was comfortable and content, distracting me away from my troubles so I could get a good night's sleep. But then soft kisses turned into firmer kisses. Firm kisses turned into passionate kisses.

And when my hands came alive and started to roam all over her spectacularly naked body, Sam broke our lip-lock, gave me a grin, and then slid backwards down underneath the covers.

I moaned the moment she took me into her hot, moist mouth. I held her head and tightened my fingers when she started to deep-throat me. When