Author's Note:

Welcome! I just wanted to say thank you for reading my story, it is my first one on here haha. All the characters, plot, etc.. is all made up from my own head and any resemblance is pure coincidental.

Warning! There is Lesbianism! If you don't like it, simply hit the back button. You have been warned. e_e

Thank you. Enjoy!


"Oh God, Sam, harder…" She moaned as Sam thrust even harder into her, watching her breasts bounce in rhythm with each movement.

"Oh shit, Sam…" She moaned louder again as Sam amazingly kept up with the fast pace, not breaking the steady rhythm.

"Oh, Sam…!" She began to pant.

"Oh Sam! Sam…! Oh…!" She screamed as she finally came, her back arching as she gripped onto the bed sheets. Sam watched as she finally gave into her orgasm, breathing heavily and sweating. When she finally collapsed, her chest heaving up and down, she looked up at Sam and smiled.

"God, Sam. You're more amazing than my boyfriend. And he actually has a real penis." She breathed as a smile spread across Sam's face.

Samantha Noat stood at the register of The Spin Café, daydreaming about last nights events while waiting for a middle-aged man, wearing a bright yellow shirt and white kaki shorts to order.

"I guess I'll go with… The French Twisted Cappuccino, medium, nonfat, please." He finally ordered, pulling Sam out of her head as he pulled his wallet out of his pocket. Sam punched in the order,

"Alright, it'll be two thirty-nine." She said as he handed her a ten dollar bill. She punched in the money and gave him his change and then turned to make his drink.

Sam was a twenty-four year old who graduated in management in college and opened her own café.

Sam was somewhat of a lanky girl, but also very lean. Her dark hair was short, just above her shoulders and covered in multiple, messy-styled layers, which was very easy to work with if she was ever running late. She lived in a small house with her friend Michelle, and they were both gay.

Michelle, who was just a year older than Sam, was the girly-girl. She wore skirts and blouses, curled her dirty blonde hair and was almost always in heels or brand-name shoes.
Sam on the other hand, was more of the tomboyish type. She didn't dress like a boy, but she didn't wear skirts or heels either. She wore casual fitted tees and pants, and her main preference for shoes were Converse. She did like to do make up though, just not as colorful or vibrant as Michelle's.

Growing up, Sam didn't have much of "the sweet life" as some might put it.

Her parents were alcoholics and after many years of fighting and tension, her father finally left when Sam was fourteen. It had turned out that her father had been cheating on her mother for the past four years with a woman who had a whole other family of her own.

This put Sam's mother in spiral of alcohol and depression, which lead to Sam and her older brother, Marcus, to having to take care of themselves, their mother just laying in bed or on the couch all day and out partying all night, bringing home different men every few weeks.

When that started becoming a regular routine in their household, Sam and her older brother slowly formed a tight bond within each other.

Most people who knew Sam would say she was a "Casanova" -as ridiculous as Sam thought that sounded- but she just didn't want to get attached.

She had witnessed first hand what love could destruct and she didn't want any part of that. She would rather have fun and move on, to put it simply, and she learned all of that from her older brother, Marcus.

Now he was the Casanova King in her eyes. Sam looked up to her older brother deeply, and he taught Sam just about everything he knew when he learned that she liked women.

"Now I finally got some competition!" He joked while they sat in the car, ruffling Sam's hair. She laughed and pushed his arm away.

"No you don't. I don't even know how to talk to a girl, let alone be one." She laughed.

"Ah Sammie," -he was the only one she ever allowed or even liked to call her that- "you just gotta remember, swoon the ladies, actually listen when they talk to you, show that you have a sensitive side but don't start crying all over her, hide it behind that "rough exterior" and the field's all yours." He smiled.

"Oh and don't forget to use that smile." He added.

"And that'll work?" She questioned, raising her eyebrow. She wasn't so sure she could pull it off, as much as her and Marcus looked alike and acted the same.

"It works for me, doesn't it?" He asked, giving her the charming smirk that they had both been blessed with. She shook her head.

"I can't believe I'm even going to try this…" She trailed off, looking out of the window to the most popular gay bar across the street.

"You just gotta get out there and swing hard, Sammie. Now get going." He said, pushing her towards the passenger door.

From then on, Sam and her brother always competed with each other, placing small bets on "who could get the most numbers" or "who would sleep with the most women by the end of the month".

Surprisingly, Sam kept her brother on his toes, especially when Sam started sleeping with women who claimed they were 'straight', but whenever alcohol was involved, everyone had an open mind.

He claimed that was cheating because girls were more open minded and that if he could bring himself to do it, he would get twice as many numbers by sleeping with men, but Sam would just give him that signature smirk and say "There's always a little bit of gayness in everyone."

As they got older,her brother had moved out of the house, but they kept their little bet going by seeing who got the higher number by their next visit. Then, just as Sam was at the top of her game, something started happening to her brother.

His numbers began dropping, and what was odd for Sam was that he didn't even seem bothered or unmoved by it, like he was purposely doing it. This worried Sam a bit until they had gotten together for lunch one afternoon.

"Hey Marcus." Sam greeted as her brother sat down at the table next to her.

"Hey Sammie." He smiled. He seemed calmer to Sam, or rather, the air around him felt much more mature.

"What's going on? Are you okay?" Sam asked, her eyebrows scrunching together.

"Yeah, I've never been better, why?" He asked.

"I dunno, you just seem so…Not you, lately." She said, shrugging her shoulders a bit.

"What do you mean?" He asked, tilting his head.

"Well, usually within the first few minutes we're comparing numbers and telling stories…?" She trailed off as he realized what she was talking about.

"Oh," He nodded slowly. "Yeah. Actually, I was going to talk to you about that." He said and Sam began to worry.

"Okay." She said, sitting up more.

"Well, Sammie," He paused, staring down at the table for a moment, "I met someone." He smiled gently, looking up at her.

"You met someone?" She asked. He nodded.

"Yeah. Sam, she's amazing. Her name is Sandra. I don't know what it is about her, but all I want is to be with her and only her." He smiled even wider, truly sounding happy.

"So, What? You're like…In love with her?" Sam questioned. Her brother? In love? How was that possible? He was Casanova King! He didn't fall in love with girls!

Seeing the confused expression on his face, he laughed.

"Don't sound so surprised Sammie, its bound to happen some time." He said, ruffling up her hair like he always did.

She pushed his arm away, and smiled. Though, deep down, she was a little upset. How could he just fall in love when he was the one who taught her that there was no such thing? When he, himself, saw what love had done to their mother? That falling in love was only for the movies? He was becoming soft!

"What?" He asked when she didn't say anything.

Then, she began to shake her head. "My brother, the Great Marcus Noat, settling down for a girl?" She questioned. Suddenly, she began to laugh.

"Come on, Sam." He laughed, gently pushing her arm. "You have to settle down at some point!"

"No way." She said, "Not me. I'm never going to get attached to a girl like that." Now he shook his head,

"You never know, Sammie. One day it'll come out of nowhere and get you, and you'll never see it coming. Your head will be so wrapped around her, you won't even see anyone else but her, just you watch. You'll fall in love someday."

"Yeah, yeah…"

"Hey Sam!" A voice called from the entrance of the café. Sam looked back behind her and smiled,

"Hey Brit." She said, turning back around and finishing up the man's drink. She capped the cup and then handed it to the man.

"Thanks." He nodded and left.

Brittany nearly skipped up to the counter with a big smile.

Brittany was Sam's best friend since childhood. She was just about as straight as a pin as Sam would put it, but she was the first to know about Sam's coming out, and supported her all the way.

"What's up?" Sam asked, coming around to the other side of the counter. They hugged for a brief moment before Brittany stepped back.

"I finally have a roomie!" She said excitedly.

"You found a new roommate?" Sam smiled. Brittany nodded.

"Yes! And she's cool. Not like the last one…" Brittany trailed off, losing her smile and instead being replaced by a scowl. She shook her head, "Anyways! I told her to meet me here so she could meet you." Brittany smiled.

Sam and Brittany had once lived together, but Brittany had landed a good job at a salon and their house was too far for Brittany to travel everyday, so they had come to an agreement to find new roommates, but visit each other as often as they could.

"So what are you doing later?" Brittany asked as they sat down at a nearby table.

"I don't know, I think Michelle wants to go to Straight Point tonight. You?" Sam asked, leaning back into her chair.

Straight Point was a club that Sam, Brittany and all their friends went to every now and then. It was more of a gay club, but it was definitely the most fun in town.

"Unpacking. I was actually thinking about taking my roommate out to Straight Point this coming Friday and was wondering if you and Michelle and everyone wanted to go?" Brittany asked.

"Yeah, that sounds good. I'll ask Michelle and them after work and call you or something." Sam nodded.

Suddenly the door opened,

"Brittany?" A quiet voice called out and Sam turned in her seat just as a beautiful girl with shiny, curled brown hair and a light, even tan walked in. She was wearing tight pants and a nicely fitted, striped, long sleeve shirt with three buttons from the top, one of which was unbuttoned, revealing a little bit of cleavage.

As the two sitting at the table looked up, she smiled. Her teeth were perfectly straight and white and her lips were a deep pink. As she walked closer, her features became more clear. She had light highlights in her hair, her bottom lip was thicker than her top lip and she had bright blue eyes. She absolutely took Sam's breath away.

"Hey!" Brittany smiled, standing up. Sam stood up too, straightening out her shirt and making sure her hair was in proper order -which was seemingly pointless- while Brittany and her new roommate were distracted in a hug.

"Did you find the place okay?" Brittany asked, pulling back.

"Yeah, I did. You know, I've always wanted to come in here, just never have." She smiled. Her voice was smooth and soft. Then, she looked up at Sam.

"This is Sam." Brittany introduced, "Sam, this is Elizabeth Rye, my new roommate."

"Nice to meet you, Elizabeth." Sam smiled, holding out her hand. Elizabeth took it and Sam swore she had never felt softer hands before. She was also a few inches shorter than Sam, which was absolutely adorable.

"Nice to finally meet you, Sam. I've already heard a lot about you." Elizabeth smiled.

"I swear, whatever she told you it wasn't my fault." Sam joked and they all laughed. Even her laugh was beautiful.

They all sat down again, and Sam sat up more straight this time. She felt nervous.

"So, you own this place?" Elizabeth asked, looking around. Sam nodded, trying not to smile too widely.

"Yeah."

Why did she feel so nervous?

"That's awesome. This place looks awesome." Elizabeth smiled.

"Do you want a drink or something? It's on me." Sam suddenly offered, beginning to stand up.

"Oh, well, um…Sure." Elizabeth laughed, a little surprised. She seemed nervous as well.

"What would you like?" Sam asked, already knowing full well what Brittany would want. Elizabeth paused, thinking.

"How about you surprise me?" Elizabeth asked, smiling. Butterflies erupted through Sam's stomach just from that sentence alone as she watched her soft, shiny lips stretching over her perfect teeth.

Sam nodded, "Okay. I bet I can make something you would like." She said, turning and walking around the counter.

"Hey! You didn't ask your number one best friend over here what she wants!" Brittany called out, pretending to be offended and Sam shook her head,

"Do I really need to ask "Ms. Strawberry-Banana Fruit Smoothie"?" Sam joked and Brittany laughed as Sam turned away and began making their drinks.

"So what do you think of Sam so far?" Brittany asked Elizabeth excitedly while they waited.

"She's really cool and funny." Elizabeth said, nodding her head.

"Yeah. She's the best friend I have ever had." Brittany beamed. "We've been through everything together."

"That's really cool." Elizabeth smiled. "She seems like a really good friend."

"Yeah, she's really easy to get along with, too. She's one of those people that everyone just kind of wants to be around, you know?"

"She definitely seems like it. I love her hair too, by the way." Elizabeth noticed, glancing at the back of Sam's head.

"It used to be longer, like down to her back." Brittany said, remembering how much Sam used to hate it. "But as she grew more into girls, the shorter it got." She lightly laughed.

"She likes girls?" Elizabeth asked and Brittany nodded. Though, now looking at Sam, how could Elizabeth not tell she was into girls? She looked like a total chick magnet considering she was a girl.

"Yeah, I was the first one she told. She was so afraid people were going to shun her, but it was more like, someone finally pointed out that elephant in the room and everyone could relax, you know?"

"Are you calling me an elephant?" Sam suddenly asked, making the two girls look up.

This scared Elizabeth at first, until she saw Sam smiling.

Brittany shook her head, "No, just your big ol' gayness." Brittany smiled widely up at her, batting her eyelashes a few times.

Sam laughed, "Alright, here's your smoothie," Sam said, setting Brittany's in front of her. "And here is the "French Vanillist Frappe"." Sam said, setting Elizabeth's drink down.

Sam watched and waited as Elizabeth took a drink, trying to ignore the fact that she was getting turned on by simply staring at her lips.

"Wow, that is good." Elizabeth smiled.

"You like it?" Sam asked, smiling. Elizabeth nodded her head,

"It's very good. I think I just found my first new favorite." She said and they all laughed.

"So Elizabeth, what do you do?" Sam asked, sitting back down at the table.

"I'm a massage therapist at the resort downtown." Elizabeth said, smiling. "I was getting my hair cut when I heard Brittany talking about needing a roommate at the salon and I wanted to get out of my parents' house, so I talked to her and here we are." She said, smiling at Brittany.

"Oh really? That's cool." Sam smiled.

"Yeah." She nodded, setting her drink down.

"Oh, Sam. Mom said you need to, and I quote "Sit your butt down and give her a call"." Brittany recited and Sam smiled.

"I know, its been forever since I called your mom. I'll definitely give her a call soon."

Suddenly, Brittany's phone went off. She pulled it out and read a new text message.

"Oh, hey guys sorry, I have to go. I told my sister I would baby-sit my niece for a few hours for her. I didn't think she was going to get ready to go so soon." Brittany frowned, standing up. "I'm sorry."

"Its okay." Sam and Elizabeth said, standing up as well.

Brittany hugged Elizabeth, "So I'll see you later at the apartment and help you unpack?" She asked her as she stepped back and Elizabeth nodded.

Then, she turned to Sam and gave her a hug and a quick peck on the lips, then stepped back and began heading towards the door.

"I'll see you later, just text or call me and let me know about this Friday. Love you!" She called out before disappearing out the door. Sam and Elizabeth stood there for a minute, not quite sure what to say. They glanced at each other and smiled awkwardly.

"Well, I should get going too. I've gotta run over to my parents' and get more boxes." Elizabeth finally spoke, grabbing her drink.

"Right, okay." Sam nodded, smiling.

"Hopefully I'll see you at the club on Friday, then?" Elizabeth asked, slightly raising her eyebrows and smiling.

"Yeah, you'll see me." Sam smiled. Then, they awkwardly stepped up to each other as Elizabeth made to hug Sam while Sam held her hand out. They laughed nervously and Sam went to hug Elizabeth while she then held her hand out. They laughed again.

"Okay, I dub us friends now, so we hug." Elizabeth laughed.

"Sounds good." Sam laughed, nodding her head. They hugged each other and Sam got a big whiff of Elizabeth's wonderful perfume. It tickled her nose in sweet warmth.

"Well, it was nice meeting you, finally. And thanks for the drink, I'll see you later." Elizabeth said once they stepped back.

"Yeah, you too and no problem. See you." Sam said as she watched Elizabeth, or rather, her eye teasing behind, walk out the door.

Sam took a deep breath and quickly exhaled it, gently shaking her head at herself for her goofiness.

"Well someone's got the hots for a certain brunette." Chad, one of Sam's flamboyant co-workers, said from the counter. "Then again, when doesn't she?" He joked and Sam laughed.

"You're one to talk. You get a hard-on for anything that walks in here with a penis." Sam shot back and Chad just shrugged. They both laughed.

"Get back to work." Sam teasingly demanded.