Sam
After finishing up, Sam and Kara got out surprisingly early. Sam, still in her work clothes, was pulling her stuff out of her locker while Kara finished talking with Tracy. Walking through the kitchen, Kara twirled sexily as the flirty kitchen staff catcalled her.
“I’m gonna change real quick and I’ll be ready,” she said. “Thanks for taking me.”
Sam smiled, nodding. Her shift had been normal, but she’d been aroused from the few gropes and the constant stares. Knowing that there was nothing but an empty bed waiting at home, she quietly wished that there was someone she could see, or somewhere to go.
Turning, she was surprised to see Kara quickly step out of her skirt not caring that half of the kitchen staff was watching. Pulling on some shorts, she doubled down her craziness and stripped her top off. It wasn’t like the guys hadn’t seen both of them before, Sam told herself.
She quickly decided to follow suit, stepping out of her skirt and pulling on a pair of shorts from the change of clothes she kept in her locker. As she bent to pick up the skirt, she heard wolf-whistles from the kitchen and smiled, shaking her head.
Quite sure the silly kitchen boys were saying something dirty, she turned and looked back at them as she pulled her shorts on.
Kara said something to them in Spanish and flipped them off, grinning widely, and turning to block their view as Sam pulled her top off, giggling.
“You speak Spanish?” she asked, pulling her clothes on quickly.
Kara giggled, nodding. “Not fluently, but enough to understand those animals. They’re really big fans of your ass. Well, Beto is.”
Sam giggled. “He said something to them the other day that I didn’t understand. She thought back and said, “Me pregunta como saba ese cono?”
Kara giggled, nodding. “Me pregunto como sabe ese cono?” Which one said it?”
“I think it was Beto,” she said.
Giggling, she looked at Sam and said, “He was asking what they thought your pussy tasted like.”
Sam covered her mouth, her eyes wide as she laughed. Kara grinned, laughing with her.
“Dirty bastards,” she said.
Sam laughed for a few seconds and asked, “So what does this mean?” She whispered what she could remember and caused Kara to giggle again.
“Strawberries, I bet,” she said, giggling.
“Fresas is strawberries?” she asked. Kara giggled again, nodding.
Grabbing her stuff, Sam turned and walked into the kitchen, directly up to Beto and looked directly at him.
“Fresas?” she asked, pointing at her crotch.
His eyes went wide, and the other guys called out loudly, pointing and laughing.
“Daaaamn son, Beto done got busted yo!”
Grinning, she winked and patted him on the cheek for good measure, then took Kara’s hand and then they walked confidently out to her car.
“You seemed to enjoy the attention from those cretins,” Kara said.
Sam shrugged. “It’s all in good fun. I like being flirted with.”
She nodded. “Just make sure they behave themselves. I don’t want them taking advantage of you.”
“Me? Be taken advantage of? Never!” she thought, feeling sarcastic.
“So… what’s the address?” she asked. ”
Kara told her what it was, and Sam pulled out.
“Thanks for hanging out with me,” she said. “I really appreciate it. You sure you don’t mind staying? It’s not a problem to call a cab, or my boyfriend.”
“Not at all,” Sam said, shrugging. Honestly, she wished she was getting laid that evening.
“Hey,” Kara said, leaning over and looking at her. “You’ve seemed a little down all night. What’s going on?”
Sam sighed, shaking her head. “It’s… a huge mess…” she said. “It’s a long, complicated story.”
“Well, we’re going to be there for a little while. You can certainly tell me if you want.”
Sam smiled, feeling a swell of anticipation. Kara was someone she knew would be able to actually offer helpful advice.
“Well,” she said. “It’s… shocking. It’s not something you’ll expect to hear from me, and it’s not easy to tell.”
“Oh, honey,” Kara said. “If it’s bad, I didn’t mean to pry.”
Sam shook her head. “No, I’m just warning you that I might get emotional. I’ve actually been wanting to talk to you. You’re so nice and you seem to be so understanding.”
Kara smiled, saying, “Well, I try to be.”
Sam quietly prepared herself as she drove, thinking back to when it all started.
“Back in high school, I was a good Christian girl that didn’t swear or think dirty things, and went to church every Sunday. I wore appropriate looking clothes, helped out in my community, and I volunteered to help my Pastor every Sunday after the last service.”
Kara nodded, listening quietly.
“My Pastor’s name was… Dan. He had a wife, Amanda. Both were… normal, as far as I knew. I… was… I was naive, and pretty clueless about a lot of things.”
She saw that they were at the place they needed to be and saw that there was a van parked outside. Pulling in, Kara apologized and put the story on hold while she got out. Talking to some man, she spent only few minutes and then went up to the nondescript building and beckoned Sam around the side. Parking, she hopped out and jogged quickly up to join Kara as she opened the door.
The place was dark inside, but Kara disappeared into the darkness and flipped a switch, bright lights glaring out in the dark of the parking lot.
The man followed Sam in, and Kara showed him to a room. “This is where we need it set up,” she said. “Just take your time. Sam and I will be in the bar over there,” she said, pointing to a different hallway.
Reaching for her hand, Kara smiled and thanked the man, who nodded and thanked her back cheerfully, then disappeared back outside.
Leading her through the hallway, they passed a few different rooms and then moved into a large, open room with a bunch of couches, and a bar area.
“You want some water?” Kara asked, moving around to pull a few bottles out of a fridge.
Sam nodded with a smile and took it, taking a swig, and then joining her friend on a couch.
“So… you were saying…” Kara said.
“Right,” Sam said. “The Pastor and his wife were normal, or so I thought. When I was young, I was really naive about a lot of things. I guess I get that from my real mom and dad.”
“You’re adopted?” Kara asked.
Sam nodded. “My real mom and dad died in an airshow accident when I was an infant. I was legally adopted by my aunt and uncle, Toni and Alex’s mom and dad.”
“Ah, so you’re actually their cousin?” Kara asked.
Sam nodded, smiling. “Yeah, technically. We’ve always considered each other siblings, though, so it’s not really any different.”
“Got it. Sorry,” Kara said. “Continue.”
Sam went through the whole emotional story of what had happened to her. Kara, being the sweet, understanding, and empathetic person that people knew her to be, was crying as much as she was by the end.
“I just can’t figure out why he got so upset. I mean, I guess I understand, but… to say he didn’t believe me?”
Kara nodded, wiping her face with a towel that she’d grabbed from the bar. “I could give you a bunch of different opinions on why he acted that way. He was hurt, he was in disbelief, he felt that he didn’t protect you, he’s really naive and doesn’t think that a Pastor could be a piece of shit. He could even have been really thinking that you made it up. The only way that you’re going to know is that you’ll have to talk to him.”
Sam sighed, nodding. “I guess I’ll text him and see if he wants to get lunch tomorrow.”
Kara smiled, offering her the towel.
“Thanks,” Sam said, smiling.
“So… you mentioned that you like the new you,” Kara said.
Sam smiled, nodding. “I really do.”
“Have boys noticed?” she asked.
Sam smiled, nodding. “I’ve got three guys at school that flirt with me and that I let see my breasts from time to time, and there’s this really… really cute guy in another class that is just so…”
“Cute?” Kara asked, smiling.
Giggling, Sam nodded. “The fucker has dimples besides being ridiculously good looking. But he’s just so forward… so cocky and brazen.”
Kara smiled. “Sounds like you like that.”
Sam shrugged. “I guess. But there are others too. I keep finding myself flirting probably more than I should. I feel so fucked up and weak sometimes.” She looked down, sighing and thinking about things.
Her friend smiled and shrugged. “Well, I think you’re one of the strongest people I know.”
Sam smiled, looking up and reaching out to squeeze Kara’s hand. After a meaningful look, she quietly said, “Thank you, and thanks for listening.”