Series: Slutting Up Sammy - Prompt #10 - Inebriated (1/20)
SERIES: Slutting up Sammy
SUMMARY: Who knew that this six-foot-something, young college boy was hung, and also really knew how to use it?
CHAPTER TITLE: One Night Stand
AUTHOR: Demona
EMAIL: Demona_The_Dark_One@yahoo.com
CHAPTER SUMMARY: A relatively drunk Faith finds a rather drunk Sam at a Stanford party.
RATING: FR21
NOTES: Set after Chosen, Set at Stanford before Supernatural Season One
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the characters in Buffy the Vampire Slayer and/or Angel the Series, they belong to Fox, the WB/UPN, Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, etc. The characters of Supernatural belong to Eric Kripke, the CW, etc. The ideas and concepts in this story are mine entirely. Please do not copy or take this story without my permission.
Written for the Sam Slut A Thon.
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Prompt# 10 - Inebriated - “One Night Stand”
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Faith surveyed the crowd at the Stanford party. She’d admit at least some stuffy college boys knew how to party. But one drunk college party was the same as all others. Sophie rejoined Faith with a nudge at her hip and a beer in both hands.
“See anything you like?” Sophie asked her as she checked out the crowd.
“No. I haven’t seen anyone that’ll entertain me for the evening. How was your patrol? Did you come across anything interesting?” Faith changed the subject.
“It was fine. Standard sweep. I waited for and staked the vamp we’d anticipated. The rest was uneventful. I’m headed out again after this party,” Sophie answered and took a pull of her beer.
“You want company?”
“No thanks. I’m meeting up with Melanie for the patrol later, but thanks.”
Faith nodded and clinked their beers together. “Don’t get drunk and go looking for trouble. It’ll get you killed.”
“Got it. Well, I’ll leave you to your solitude. A couple classmates just arrived. You remember the way back to my place, right?”
“Yep, I’m good. Go!” Faith shrugged her off. Sophie offered her a smile before moving into the crowd. Faith watched her disappear before downing the rest of her beer. She’d need a couple more of those if she was gonna hook up with anyone here.
**
An hour and many empty bottles later saw Faith just this close to being drunk. It was probably the closest Faith had been in a long time, and it wasn’t going to get any better. She was saved from picking out the least awful frat boy when a tall, dark, and handsome one stumbled into her. His beer sloshed over the rim of his plastic cup and flopped on her shoes.
“Oh god, I’m sorry. I didn’t…um see you standing there,” he apologized as he swayed a little on his feet. “Here let me,” he started to say as he bent down to wipe off her shoes. Faith had chosen that moment to do the same and they clunked heads. From their squatting position they just burst out laughing.
“I’m Faith,” she introduced herself with an outstretched hand.
The boy offered her a blinding white smile at the end of his laugh that caught Faith’s breath in her throat. It’d been a long time since she’d seen someone smile like that, too long, and she couldn’t help but smile back. “I’m Sam,” he replied and shook her hand.
“Whatcha say we get out of here Sammy?”
“Sam,” he automatically corrected her but nodded enthusiastically. “That sounds really good.”
They didn’t bother to leave the party, only managed to find an empty bedroom. Sam was sliding his hands under Faith’s shirt before the door shut. His hands crept up her sides, skimmed the sides of her lace covered breasts, and traced the column of her neck, all the while pulling her shirt up along with it. He got it caught around her head and she had to reach up and help him out.
“Sorry, sorry,” he muttered and slid his hands around her face and kissed her. He kissed like it outta mean something and she kissed like she knew it didn’t. She slipped her hands under layers of shirts and was surprised to find washboards abs and a lean frame. So the college boy worked out but hid it, unusual. His shirts slid over his head with his help, Faith wasn’t nearly tall enough. The shirts weren’t free of his head when Faith latched onto a nipple and bit. Sam jumped, startled but a moan escaped him. She slid her tongue over the bite mark soothing it before sneaking away and doing the same to the other.
One hand tangled in her hair, torn between holding her where she was or pulling her back up for another kiss. Faith took the decision away from him when she sank to her knees and mouthed his budding erection through his jeans.
“Oh god,” he let out, his voice deepening. Her hands went to his belt, pulling it open enough to unbutton his jeans. She wasted no time in pulling his jeans down over his hips to pool at his ankles. His erection was straining against the thin cotton material of his boxerbriefs. She caught his eye before licking the outline, paying more attention to the head that was already leaking.
“Please, please,” he whispered - begged - as she continued but didn’t move on.
“Please what Sammy boy?” Faith whispered against the damp cotton. He didn’t bother to correct her.
He removed his hand from her head and tugged down his underwear. His cock sprung free and bounced against his stomach. He took it in his right hand and stroked it a few times, shuddering as his thumb passed over the slit. He met her gaze and pressed the head of his dick to her lips. She rolled her eyes but opened her mouth and let her tongue flick out against him.
She swallowed his head, tongue rubbing against the underside. He gasped and his hips thrust forward, pushing him deeper into the wet heat of her mouth. She let him slide in, hollowing out her cheeks as she sucked. She set a rhythm, shoving his hand out of the way and replacing it with her own.
He whispered filthy words, gasped, moaned and grunted as she blew him. His thrusts became more erratic, less controlled, as he approached his orgasm. Faith’s free hand caressed his balls, rolling her fingers around them, and felt them tighten. He was almost there, just another lick, another moment of suction, and he would come. But Faith pulled off. Her mouth left his dick with a wet pop and a trailing line of spit.
“What?” he muttered and swayed slightly. He took a step back but his feet were tangled in his jeans around his ankles and he lost the fight with gravity.
Faith couldn’t help but snicker as Sam’s bare ass connected with the thinly carpeted floor. His dick bobbed, tossing drops of precum all over. She was glad it wasn’t her room or floor.
“Well that was embarrassing,” Sam muttered as a blush stole over his features.
Faith ignored him as she started to unhook her bra. “I’m not sticking around for you to get hard again. I came here to fuck not blow you and get jack all for it,” she explained and let her bra fall to the floor. She quickly kicked off her boots, stepped out of her socks, and shimmied out of her jeans and underwear. “Condom?” she asked as she approached him on the floor.
“Wallet,” he answered and Faith dug through his jeans to find his wallet. She flipped it open, pulling out the magnum wrapper and tossing the wallet aside. Sam struggled to free himself of his shoes and jeans but Faith stopped him by straddling his thighs.
“Leave them on and just enjoy the ride.”
He watched and groaned as Faith slid her hand up and down his shaft a few times. She tore the wrapper open and carefully rolled the condom down his dick.
“Oh fuck,” Sam groaned and let his head fall back against the floor.
“That’s right, fuck,” Faith muttered, voice lowering an octave, as she rose up on her knees and moved over his dick. “I’m gonna enjoy this. Hope you know how to use this huge cock of yours Sammy,” Faith gasped as she rubbed the head against her damp lips.
“If you don’t hurry up you’ll never know,” he ground out through clenched teeth. He raised his head up and met her gaze; his eyes were dark and dilated with lust. She nodded and held his eyes while she slid inch by inch down on his dick. She didn’t stop until she was completely full. “Give me…” he gasped and his hands grabbed her hips, holding her still.
“Okay,” Faith sighed, content to sit there for a moment until he regained his control. It had been a long time since she had been with someone this big. It was almost too much to hope he knew how to use it.
He took almost a minute, gaining back his control, and then he was lifting her hips up, pulling out of her until only his head remained and then slamming her back down. A ragged gasp escaped her and then she was helping him, moving her hips as he guided her.
He worked, using his hands and legs to drive into her. Pulling her down and grinding her against his body. He was whispering, telling her how hot she was, how tight and wet she was, and how much he wanted to see her come. Her rhythm began to falter, and he let one hand slid off her hip and down between her legs where they joined. He ran this thumb over her clit a few times and that was all it took. She fell apart above him, head thrown back, thighs tightening around him as she clenched his dick inside her. He worked her through it and then returned his hands to her hips to slide her up and down a few more times. His orgasm shot through him, catching him slightly off-guard in its intensity, even though he knew it was coming. He arched up into her, slamming her hips down into his and came.
**
She was pulling on her underwear and reaching for her bra when his breathing evened out. She caught him looking and smiled at him with her half-lidded, well-fucked look.
“Get dressed college boy. You wouldn’t want to get caught like this; you might never live it down,” she advised him.
Sam nodded and shot a quick glance down at his body. His spent cock rested on his thigh, the condom starting to slide off as his erection subsided, and his pants were still bunched around his ankles. He couldn’t help but let his head fall back against the floor and just laugh at the situation.
“Here,” Faith called and tossed him a tee shirt out of the dresser behind her. He caught it and pulled the condom off and wiped himself clean before tossing both in the trashcan a few feet away.
Faith watched as Sam slowly pulled his clothes on. His boxers and jeans were hitched back up on those jutting hipbones, secured with a well worn belt. The boy could stand to put on a few pounds. The layers of tee shirts were added, covering Sam’s lean, muscular frame, and taking away the look of a man who took excellent care of his body by replacing it with the look of a young college boy.
“Not half-bad Sammy Boy,” Faith told him and then let herself out.
She heard him correct his name as she lost herself in the crowd of partygoers. Who knew that this six-foot-something, young college boy was hung, and also really knew how to use it?
**
SUMMARY: Who knew that this six-foot-something, young college boy was hung, and also really knew how to use it?
CHAPTER TITLE: One Night Stand
AUTHOR: Demona
EMAIL: Demona_The_Dark_One@yahoo.com
CHAPTER SUMMARY: A relatively drunk Faith finds a rather drunk Sam at a Stanford party.
RATING: FR21
NOTES: Set after Chosen, Set at Stanford before Supernatural Season One
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the characters in Buffy the Vampire Slayer and/or Angel the Series, they belong to Fox, the WB/UPN, Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, etc. The characters of Supernatural belong to Eric Kripke, the CW, etc. The ideas and concepts in this story are mine entirely. Please do not copy or take this story without my permission.
Written for the Sam Slut A Thon.
**
Prompt# 10 - Inebriated - “One Night Stand”
**
Faith surveyed the crowd at the Stanford party. She’d admit at least some stuffy college boys knew how to party. But one drunk college party was the same as all others. Sophie rejoined Faith with a nudge at her hip and a beer in both hands.
“See anything you like?” Sophie asked her as she checked out the crowd.
“No. I haven’t seen anyone that’ll entertain me for the evening. How was your patrol? Did you come across anything interesting?” Faith changed the subject.
“It was fine. Standard sweep. I waited for and staked the vamp we’d anticipated. The rest was uneventful. I’m headed out again after this party,” Sophie answered and took a pull of her beer.
“You want company?”
“No thanks. I’m meeting up with Melanie for the patrol later, but thanks.”
Faith nodded and clinked their beers together. “Don’t get drunk and go looking for trouble. It’ll get you killed.”
“Got it. Well, I’ll leave you to your solitude. A couple classmates just arrived. You remember the way back to my place, right?”
“Yep, I’m good. Go!” Faith shrugged her off. Sophie offered her a smile before moving into the crowd. Faith watched her disappear before downing the rest of her beer. She’d need a couple more of those if she was gonna hook up with anyone here.
**
An hour and many empty bottles later saw Faith just this close to being drunk. It was probably the closest Faith had been in a long time, and it wasn’t going to get any better. She was saved from picking out the least awful frat boy when a tall, dark, and handsome one stumbled into her. His beer sloshed over the rim of his plastic cup and flopped on her shoes.
“Oh god, I’m sorry. I didn’t…um see you standing there,” he apologized as he swayed a little on his feet. “Here let me,” he started to say as he bent down to wipe off her shoes. Faith had chosen that moment to do the same and they clunked heads. From their squatting position they just burst out laughing.
“I’m Faith,” she introduced herself with an outstretched hand.
The boy offered her a blinding white smile at the end of his laugh that caught Faith’s breath in her throat. It’d been a long time since she’d seen someone smile like that, too long, and she couldn’t help but smile back. “I’m Sam,” he replied and shook her hand.
“Whatcha say we get out of here Sammy?”
“Sam,” he automatically corrected her but nodded enthusiastically. “That sounds really good.”
They didn’t bother to leave the party, only managed to find an empty bedroom. Sam was sliding his hands under Faith’s shirt before the door shut. His hands crept up her sides, skimmed the sides of her lace covered breasts, and traced the column of her neck, all the while pulling her shirt up along with it. He got it caught around her head and she had to reach up and help him out.
“Sorry, sorry,” he muttered and slid his hands around her face and kissed her. He kissed like it outta mean something and she kissed like she knew it didn’t. She slipped her hands under layers of shirts and was surprised to find washboards abs and a lean frame. So the college boy worked out but hid it, unusual. His shirts slid over his head with his help, Faith wasn’t nearly tall enough. The shirts weren’t free of his head when Faith latched onto a nipple and bit. Sam jumped, startled but a moan escaped him. She slid her tongue over the bite mark soothing it before sneaking away and doing the same to the other.
One hand tangled in her hair, torn between holding her where she was or pulling her back up for another kiss. Faith took the decision away from him when she sank to her knees and mouthed his budding erection through his jeans.
“Oh god,” he let out, his voice deepening. Her hands went to his belt, pulling it open enough to unbutton his jeans. She wasted no time in pulling his jeans down over his hips to pool at his ankles. His erection was straining against the thin cotton material of his boxerbriefs. She caught his eye before licking the outline, paying more attention to the head that was already leaking.
“Please, please,” he whispered - begged - as she continued but didn’t move on.
“Please what Sammy boy?” Faith whispered against the damp cotton. He didn’t bother to correct her.
He removed his hand from her head and tugged down his underwear. His cock sprung free and bounced against his stomach. He took it in his right hand and stroked it a few times, shuddering as his thumb passed over the slit. He met her gaze and pressed the head of his dick to her lips. She rolled her eyes but opened her mouth and let her tongue flick out against him.
She swallowed his head, tongue rubbing against the underside. He gasped and his hips thrust forward, pushing him deeper into the wet heat of her mouth. She let him slide in, hollowing out her cheeks as she sucked. She set a rhythm, shoving his hand out of the way and replacing it with her own.
He whispered filthy words, gasped, moaned and grunted as she blew him. His thrusts became more erratic, less controlled, as he approached his orgasm. Faith’s free hand caressed his balls, rolling her fingers around them, and felt them tighten. He was almost there, just another lick, another moment of suction, and he would come. But Faith pulled off. Her mouth left his dick with a wet pop and a trailing line of spit.
“What?” he muttered and swayed slightly. He took a step back but his feet were tangled in his jeans around his ankles and he lost the fight with gravity.
Faith couldn’t help but snicker as Sam’s bare ass connected with the thinly carpeted floor. His dick bobbed, tossing drops of precum all over. She was glad it wasn’t her room or floor.
“Well that was embarrassing,” Sam muttered as a blush stole over his features.
Faith ignored him as she started to unhook her bra. “I’m not sticking around for you to get hard again. I came here to fuck not blow you and get jack all for it,” she explained and let her bra fall to the floor. She quickly kicked off her boots, stepped out of her socks, and shimmied out of her jeans and underwear. “Condom?” she asked as she approached him on the floor.
“Wallet,” he answered and Faith dug through his jeans to find his wallet. She flipped it open, pulling out the magnum wrapper and tossing the wallet aside. Sam struggled to free himself of his shoes and jeans but Faith stopped him by straddling his thighs.
“Leave them on and just enjoy the ride.”
He watched and groaned as Faith slid her hand up and down his shaft a few times. She tore the wrapper open and carefully rolled the condom down his dick.
“Oh fuck,” Sam groaned and let his head fall back against the floor.
“That’s right, fuck,” Faith muttered, voice lowering an octave, as she rose up on her knees and moved over his dick. “I’m gonna enjoy this. Hope you know how to use this huge cock of yours Sammy,” Faith gasped as she rubbed the head against her damp lips.
“If you don’t hurry up you’ll never know,” he ground out through clenched teeth. He raised his head up and met her gaze; his eyes were dark and dilated with lust. She nodded and held his eyes while she slid inch by inch down on his dick. She didn’t stop until she was completely full. “Give me…” he gasped and his hands grabbed her hips, holding her still.
“Okay,” Faith sighed, content to sit there for a moment until he regained his control. It had been a long time since she had been with someone this big. It was almost too much to hope he knew how to use it.
He took almost a minute, gaining back his control, and then he was lifting her hips up, pulling out of her until only his head remained and then slamming her back down. A ragged gasp escaped her and then she was helping him, moving her hips as he guided her.
He worked, using his hands and legs to drive into her. Pulling her down and grinding her against his body. He was whispering, telling her how hot she was, how tight and wet she was, and how much he wanted to see her come. Her rhythm began to falter, and he let one hand slid off her hip and down between her legs where they joined. He ran this thumb over her clit a few times and that was all it took. She fell apart above him, head thrown back, thighs tightening around him as she clenched his dick inside her. He worked her through it and then returned his hands to her hips to slide her up and down a few more times. His orgasm shot through him, catching him slightly off-guard in its intensity, even though he knew it was coming. He arched up into her, slamming her hips down into his and came.
**
She was pulling on her underwear and reaching for her bra when his breathing evened out. She caught him looking and smiled at him with her half-lidded, well-fucked look.
“Get dressed college boy. You wouldn’t want to get caught like this; you might never live it down,” she advised him.
Sam nodded and shot a quick glance down at his body. His spent cock rested on his thigh, the condom starting to slide off as his erection subsided, and his pants were still bunched around his ankles. He couldn’t help but let his head fall back against the floor and just laugh at the situation.
“Here,” Faith called and tossed him a tee shirt out of the dresser behind her. He caught it and pulled the condom off and wiped himself clean before tossing both in the trashcan a few feet away.
Faith watched as Sam slowly pulled his clothes on. His boxers and jeans were hitched back up on those jutting hipbones, secured with a well worn belt. The boy could stand to put on a few pounds. The layers of tee shirts were added, covering Sam’s lean, muscular frame, and taking away the look of a man who took excellent care of his body by replacing it with the look of a young college boy.
“Not half-bad Sammy Boy,” Faith told him and then let herself out.
She heard him correct his name as she lost herself in the crowd of partygoers. Who knew that this six-foot-something, young college boy was hung, and also really knew how to use it?
**