“I withdrew my admission to Stanford.

I'm coming with you guys to Berkeley.”

Tight-Ass Slut --

Sam felt much better after taking a shower. Belle and I were seated on my bed, having spent the time speculating on the reasons why Sam would have (A) withdrawn her admission to Stanford and (B) been able to get admitted to Berkeley. We couldn't figure out how the mechanics of that would work out, since the whole point of an Early Decision application meant that as soon as you found out you were admitted, you had to withdraw your applications to every other school.

So of course, that was the first thing we asked Sam after she emerged from the bathroom.

“Oh, well..." Sam shrugged while wearing nothing but a towel around her midsection, a towel that did a poor job of concealing her massive cleavage. Belle had actually asked the question since I was busy ogling the gorgeous blonde. And Sam finally answered by explaining, “I didn't apply for Early Decision. I applied for Restrictive Early Action. It means I didn't have to withdraw my other applications and can still accept Cal Berkeley admission. The paperwork is in my truck."

"Oh..." Belle Looked at me.

“Why did we think she did Early Decision?”

“Uhhh... That's what Zofi told me months ago," I explained before turning back to Sam.

“She said you were expecting her to get an apartment with you."

"C'est La vie." Sam shrugged.

“Are those for me?" she pointed at the t-shirt and gym shorts I'd left on the bed.

“Uh, yeah," I explained. "None of Belle's stuff in my closet will fit you."

"It's alright. It'll work for one night." With that, Sam tossed the towel onto the bed, leaving her gloriously naked. My jaw dropped at the sudden sight of her spectacular nude body, Aphrodite come to Life. This wasn't a sexy moment and I knew she was in emotional turmoil. But still... you know... tits.

Sam noticed my gaze and allowed herself a small smile. But she quickly put on the shirt and gym shorts, which hung loose at her trim waist even with the elastic waistband, but were stretched tight across her ass and gave her quite a camel toe.

“Tomorrow I'LL go back home and pack myself a suitcase or two. That is, if you really meant it when you said I could stay a while."

I managed to pick my jaw up off the floor long enough to say, “Uh, yeah. Totally. As Long as you need."

Sam's eyes were wary as she glanced over at Belle.

“I really don't mean to crash your night with him, B. I'll talk to Beverly when she gets home. I'm sure she won't mind me moving into the guest room for a while."

“I don't mind you crashing OR sharing Matty's bed." Belle shrugged Like it was no big deal.

“But can we ask what's making you move out in the first place? Something about your parents not understanding. I mean, I can totally get the urge to walk out and spend the night at a friend's house after an argument. But do you really intend to pack a suitcase and move in here for a while?"

Sam shook her head and scowled.

“I'm not going to rehash the same argument over and over with them. Dad threatened to not pay my tuition if I didn't go to Stanford. I told him Cal offered me a full ride and I don't need his money or his connections. Mum's a little more understanding, but not enough to defend me against him. So to hell with both of them, I say."

Sam pursed her lips and tucked her left leg beneath her as she sat down on the foot of the bed, her right foot still on the floor. This put her in profile to me, and my attention was drawn to the way her big tits pushed out the front of my t-shirt with her erect nipples making conical dents in the cotton, although I tried to remind myself this wasn't a time for ogling and that I should focus on Sam's emotional needs right now.

“My dad was convinced this whole lawyer thing was just a phase," Sam muttered rather dispiritedly.