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SAMOK (EveningSky & G23)

Samantha placed a hand on her chest, hitting it roughly, trying to dislodge the juice that she seemed to be choking on. Her cheeks became red, embarrassed at such simple words. After a moment, Samantha collected her thoughts. "Good one.." She chuckled, gulping the rest of juice in her glass.

The blonde's eyes kept glancing over at the Indian, suddenly aware of how she looked. Ragged bed hair and a puffy eyes. Samantha cleared her throat, raising from her seat to clear the table and clean up.

After breakfast Samantha took a shower, combing her golden locks and donning a short denim jeans and pink tank top. "Damn..." Samantha flipped through her dance journal, suddenly remembering her dance piece for next month. A dance showcase that was being held at the Julia Warren company in New York.

"Ezra..." Samantha said, joining him in the living room "Do you have any experience in dance?" Her piece was to depict the story Delilah of Samson. Each person had to chose a creative way of showcasing the story through dance. "I've this piece to do, Samson and Delilah. I need to find someone...to take the part of Samson..."
 
He blinked. "No. Dance is not something I have done much of. Closest i have come is martial arts forms."

He stood and stretched, then for some reason he leaned forward and did a full hand stand holding it for a long while. "I do have good balance though. If you can teach me I can play Samson for you. But don't expect some airy thing. i stay too close to the ground."

He then did the full splits, circled his legs around each other, then folded them into the lotus and arched his back sitting down. "i know I have the strength and flexibility to move as you need though."

He was surprised with himself but he was very excited. He had also washed his face and made sure he smelled good while she showered, especially his breath and hair. The hair was tied back into a ponytail. He smirked suddenly. "You aren't actually guna cut my hair are ya?"
 
"wow..." Samantha pursed her lips, impressed at Ezra's physical strength. She knew he had been fighting but had never seen him in action before. "No dance experience is fine..." She smiled "would be better if you did but I can work with you." Ezra Willowfoot had the physicals attributes of Samson, and Samantha knew she would be at an advantage based merely his looks alone. "We can do a lot of lifts and turns....to show your strength. Most of my classmates would get dancers, I'm thinking Samson wouldn't be much of a dancer, but Delilah is..." She chuckled. The wheels were already turning in Samantha Beckett's mind, they'd need to start practicing if she expected to have a chance at even coming second with a partner like Ezra.

The cutting of Samson's hair was a major part of the story. Samantha was not certain how anyone would incorporate it into dance. Or whether Ezra would even permit her to do it. "Would you let me?" She asked stepping closer. Reaching out, pulling the hairband, allowing his hair to fall from the ponytail.

"Let's practice" The blonde did a small turn, stopping in front of Ezra. "Hold me at my waist" she said "And lift me up into the air."

And so their journey began, the journey of dance, many hours of practice. The intimate bonding of two individuals.
 
He shook his head. "No. My hair stays. But i would be willing to tuck it under a net and wear a wig you can cut."

He cocked his head, then gently gripped her waist, actually his palms were on her waist so he wouldn't hurt her, then easily lifted her so her navel was level with his chin. "You know you could cut the wig, or just yank it off while I do a lift. Are you wanting to do the whole story?"

His heart was beating hard and rapid, he was sure she would feel it through his hands.

Ezra got in a bit of trouble as he had to still go to school, practices, and games, but when baseball and football both finished fully, basketball was the only tie to the school, and it was also winding down rapidly, and December cut back heavily on the sport due to all the holidays, giving Ezra five days a week to go to Arkansas and practice with Samantha.

He followed her lead, moving as she needed, always very careful and gentle whenever he touched her. He was having trouble when he did have to leave her though. She was so close now, and her body so perfect, so delicious under his hands.
 
Samantha practiced with Ezra every chance he got to visit Arkansas. They used an empty dance studio downtown, away from her dance company. Something private that they alone were able to pay for and use anytime they needed. The room was big, wooden floors and mirrors for walls. True to her talents Samantha worked Ezra to the core. Extracting every ounce of his energy and time. Their rehearsals would sometimes go late into the night, worrying her Jason Beckett every time. Prompting Samantha to call her uncle from Ezra's cell phone, warning him of their late practices. The bachelor often brought drinks and sandwiches to the two teens when their days were long and hard.

Tonight especially had been a hard practice, just two days before their big events. Samantha got them decent costumes, something that depicted the era and story they were showcasing. The days seemed to be flowing fast. Before they both knew it, they were preparing for their dance number in a small dressing room in the New York city auditorium.
 
Ezra had altered his costume so it was really just a toga that only covered his legs.

Which served the purpose perfectly. His skin was already dark, and all his work and training had made him into an exceptional physical specimen, with a barrel chest, chiseled arms, and the etched v of a torso that made him the living embodiment of the legendary strongman.

he had his blocking down, and lifting the beautiful Samantha only got easier and more enjoyable every time he did it. His timing was already excellent, so it had taken her no time to find that, while his rhythm was instinctual and perfect. She had only to guide his actions to appropriately tell the story along with her dance.

Now they were in New York, though she had been vague on why, and he was checking over the props, and listening to the piece's music once more, miming his actions, especially the blocking. While he was central to the story, he was really a living prop for Samantha to showcase her skills on and around, which he didn't mind at all. More time with her, and she was an amazing dancer.

he had snuck in to spy on her fellows back in Arkansas, and had even spied on their competition during their performances, and in his, admittedly uneducated opinion, Samantha was better. more prepared, more poised and graceful, and far more skilled and versatile. He took ina deep breath and let it out slowly, forcing his heart rate down.
 
The moment has arrived.

The curtain rises.

The hulking form of Samson, gleaming bronze perfection in flesh stands triumphant over the corpses of his foes, bearing the weight of a stone larger than any single man could hope to shift with ease. A living Atlas.

The scene holds, then the music comes up, soft, feminine, sensual. The strings and the woodwinds, played low and gentle, yet with a seductive power. And with it the blonde vision of beauty. All eyes move to the figure, enraptured by her form, save the titan on the stage.

She bows to the curtain tucking something unknown into her dress, then she dances, a perfect image of grace and beauty, her every step flawless, her body moving to the music, sublimely sensual and compelling.

Now the titan sees her. He drops the weight and the whole world seems to shake as he moves toward her, but she flits away, her face lit with an inviting smile. He rumbles, the sound of soft drumbeats. She laughs, the clear strains of the harp and the tinkling of small bells, and for a moment pauses as she holds her pose, her legs so high as the strings draw out the moment, this single moment when the beauty entices the beast.

The music shifts, ripped apart by the sound of a guitar riff as she begins a violent whirlwind of motion around him, never quite touching, but drawing him in ever closer until he is in the center of the stage, then she mounts his form, her leg resting on his chest while she stands behind. together she is drawn across his shoulder, turning toward him, letting her open hands run along his face silently promising love and so much more, her legs slithering down his.

This holds as the music roars, now a battle of the savage rock piece with the seducing orchestra. He lifts her suddenly, a titan holding his goddess in awe and the music stills. the lights dim as she slithers about his form, the tiny piccolo matched with the harp strings to tell of her words. They grow more insistent. He rumbles. The lights come up on her alone, kneeling before him pleading. A short thunder of drums. The lights come up and he is bound in seven small bands about his torso.

The harp and bells tinkle as she dances about him, testing the cords, feeling of his muscles and softly taunting him for his weakness by pushing and rocking him. She moves before him, facing the audience and opens her body in invitation to this weakened fool, tossing her hair in his face, her smile cold yet starkly predatory and sexual. He rumbles again, then with a jagged riff of the guitar the bands snap and he snatches her back, dipping her, his brutal hands so dangerous upon her. Her own hands come up to his face, stroking his chest while the music, now the piano, soothes and entices him. She draws his head down and nuzzles his cheek.

The light go low, shading them as she is held, then slowly began to her slithering seduction over his form once again, the harp and bells laughing, the piano soothing, the piccolo urging, the flute taunting. Finally he rumbles again as the lights come up. Now she is angry, her voice the clarinet with a touch of the saxophone, harshly cut into him for his laughter. She will not let him touch her, pushing his hands away and avoiding his lips. Finally he sighs, his great chest falling as he submits.

Laughing she binds him now in great strong ropes, now coy and fetching, touching his chest and arms, kissing his shoulder, back and cheek, assuring him through her soft voice that it is but a test, an affirmation of his love. She knots the ropes and laughs cheerfully, moving away from him toward his enemies who menace in the background. But she is forced back as the sound of the guitar rips through all once again and he easily rips free of the ropes and starts for the front of the stage.

Panicked she chases after him and slips before him, cupping his cheek and writhing before him most invitingly. he snarls, his voice the guitar, growling at her as he cups her face in his big hand, easily lifting her, the threat clear. She runs her hands along his arm, soothing him once again, her legs joining the game as she slides up his extended arm onto his shoulder, then around to the other, sliding down him to safety while kissing his cheek. He does not like it but he allows her once again sooth him down. Then the lights go low again as she begins once again to beg him, intent on his secret. He refuses until finally the lights come up and he allows he to draw him back to the center of the stage where now a long couch has been laid out.

She pushes him down onto the couch, and keeps him sittign while she spins about him, dancing over and around him once again, until through her soft words and gentle touches, she coaxes him to lay down with her. He rumbles, then he begins to sleep, now the softest drum beat. Delighted she sit up on his middle and leans across him and weaves his hair into a large loom. Once again she laughs, sure she has him this time. She dances in delight, triumphant, slowly making her way toward the foe, their voices now audible, calling for the head of Samson.

She reaches for the proffered payment, and the music explodes with a rock riff that startles them all. Samson sits up, yawns, and with another riff grips his hair and easily rips it free of the loom which collapses with a crash.

Now he is furious. The rock screams his rage at the woman then he leaves the stage. The enemy shout and she falls, sobbing by the couch.

Clutching it, desperate for an answer, the music plays mournfully as she lays there, unable to function, until the music begins to slow, then begins to brighten, then speed up and she stands as the idea has formed. She dances about the stage several times, once again the image of grace and beauty.

Samson returns, still angry, but unable to resist her. Reaching for her. She taunts and flirts with him, chiding him for lying to her. Her laughs at first but she begins to cry, the violins so sad. Finally the drums fade and he speaks through the oboe, low and regretful. Still she will not have him. He becomes more insistent.

Finally she deigns to come to him, and he lifts her, once again the titan worshiping his goddess. His hair is thrown high and she nearly falls as he collapses, a jagged riff accompanying his fall. She begins to laugh as the enemy, calling for his head approach and the light shining solely on her as she takes her payment, still laughing as he weakly roars his protests and struggles feebly to escape.

Now haughty and proud she dances a chillingly beautiful movement. She dominates the stage as her 'love' is shown in the background his eyes blacked out, forced to do the work of an animal, his shorn hair looking so strange. She ignores the sight for the longest while, but then she listens to the jeers.

"The mighty Samson!"

"The great warrior!

"Now he is nothing!!"

She shakes them off. They grow louder. She shakes them off again. Still louder. She covers her ears. Yet louder, the voices accompanied by the brash and boastful brass, mocking the betrayed Samson.

Now remorseful she watches him, unable even to dance. She hurls away her payment but this will not return his eyes or his strength. She sobs and flees the stage.

Now Samson, in chains is dragged forward between two pillars. Again he is in the center of the stage. He tries to stand strong and mighty as of old but he cannot. He falls to his knees, his head hung low. The jeers grow louder, the trumpets, trombones, tubas mocking his plight.

Yet through it all comes the flute and the violin, soft yet mournful. She stands at the edge of it all, watching them laugh at him, torment him. her heart breaks seeing such cruelty. She resumes the dance, now the dance of the broken, reaching out to him, drawing ever closer to him, this man she betrayed.

As she does the woodwinds and the strings build a crescendo feeling, telling of her sorrow, her heartbreak, her regret, speaking her words to the man. Yet he does not look up. he cannot. he is still too weak.

She reaches him, her fingertips only just daring to touch his chest as she says his name. "Samson!" His head snaps up and she sees that they have blinded him as the drums thunder and he curses her, hating her for the betrayal. She does not shrink away. She deserves it and more. Her hand cups his cheek, then moves up, her thumb touching his eye, then she sees something that horrifies her as she snatches her hand away and his fair, full and beautiful, falls about his face.

Samson roars, a thunder of drums, and the music falls silent as Ezra roars as well and leaps to his feet. Rock riffs ring out as he breaks the chains, then snatches out and grips the pillars. She is now kneeling before him in terrified awe as the rumble grows louder and the brass screams in terror. The pillars begin to bow, then to bend, then they collapse away. Then he grabs her shoulders and lifts her as she screams the thunder louder than ever now, then everything goes dark with a resounding crash. All is silent.
 
Every moment where his hands touched her body gave her the confidence to express her movements. She became lost on stage, remaining poise and well proportioned through her entire performance. Soon the lights dimmed, erasing both performers from the view of the audience.

Samantha's heart raced as cheers erupted from the crowd. Her smile started small and grew wide. Samantha Beckett's entire being became overwhelmed with joy and pride. "We did it..." She glanced up at Ezra. Her one and only Samson. Samantha reached up, placing a soft kiss on the lips of her best friend. When their lips connected her mind shut down, eyes closing and mouth moving on its own. Suddenly.She pulled back. Her eyes remaining shut, Samantha swallowed, slowly opening her brow eyes. In the distance hearing faint whispers that turned louder. The stage manager, beckoning the two off. Yet even though Samantha tried, she couldn't move. Her lips only inches away, begging to connect Ezra's again. Chest rising and falling with the fast but soft breaths that escaped.
 
Ezra blinked when she kissed him, then stared at her in the near complete darkness for a long while, then he dress her close, kissing her in return, holding the kiss for a long while, then hearing the manager's snarl he broke the kiss, took a better grip of her, and walked off the stage toward a private room. He shut and locked the door, then cupped her face and kissed her again.

He held it for as long as he could, then he gasped breaking the kiss. "You were amazing...beautiful as ever."
 
Her heart fluttered and stomach flipped, doing somersaults and acrobatics she had never known it could do. Ezra Willowfoot is kissing me, she thought. Samantha mouth responded eagerly to his demands. It had been a long time since the blonde day dreamed about what it would be like to get kissed by him. Now here she was...experiencing what many girls wished for. A kiss from the eldest Willowfoot. Samantha knew it did not mean much, their excitement fueling the intense passion were feeling. Dance often evoked such emotions, but little did the blonde ballerina know that the dance merely heightened hat had already been present.

Her eyes gleamed as she listened to Ezra's words. She bit her bottom lip gently, uncertain of what he really meant. Samantha simply assumed Ezra gripped her hand tightly, dragging her off to an empty room too scold her for touch his lips. Instead he whispered words of endearment, it confused and excited her all at the same.time.

"You were the best.." She breathed. Her eyes studied him carefully, trailing down his chest, then up again. Samantha tip toed, pressing her lips to Ezra's, running her tongue along his bottom lip, her hands weaving themselves into his hair.
 
He moaned into the kissed, pulling her in closer, deepening the kiss as his hand ran along her sides and back.

He gave himself into the kiss, telling her silently how he had felt for so long, his hands warm against her flesh. He broke the kiss to look down at her his eyes bright. "Im honored but I'm nothing next to you."

He brought his hand up and cupped her cheek, his eyes ablaze. "You are so perfect. So...everything."

His heart was thudding wildly, rapid and quick. He didn't know what to say, but his eyes burned with passion. Not for the dance, his feet had never truly left the stage, but for her. She was everything. Everything he had ever wanted.
 
Samantha frowned, his words foreign to her. The young girl shook her head, touching Ezra's forehead with the back of her hand "The dance is getting to us" big time, she thought. In her mind Ezra Willowfoot the boy who showed unimaginable anger when anyone touched him had gone crazy. He was insane in the moment. Swept up by the passion, saying things to her that would make.his father rip out his tonguing he ever got wind of it. Their both parents would see them hanged for their actions if they were present in the moment.

"We should go..." Samantha ducked under Ezra's arms.walking quickly.to the door, her hand on the knob. Taking a moment to steady herself before she rejoined reality.
 
He gripped her shoulder and turned her to face him, pressing her against the door. "No. This is about you being the most beautiful woman i have ever seen."

He gripped her thighs and pulled her up and kissed her hungrily.
 
Samantha's eyes widened, shocked and excited at Ezra's commands. Without much hesitation she kissed back, her lips moving against his. Trying her best to meet his hunger, to satisfy what seemed to be craving he had for awhile.

Samantha's hand ran along Ezra's chest, tugging at his toga. Asking for something more and wanting it. She pulled back turning around.for him to undo her zip. Accepting how everything was about to end.
 
The toga fell away leaving him only in black compression shorts. His hands undid her zip, pushing her dress away as his lips went to her neck and shoulder, kissing licking and nibbling back and forth, while his hands ran along her sides and hips, a space between their hips, but a very visible erection straining the shorts. He wanted her. Needed her.

"Are you sure?" He knew this was madness but he also knew something he would not say now.

He loved Samantha Beckett.
 
Nothing made sense, it stopped making sense the moment Ezra Willowfoot knocked on Samantha Beckett's door in Arkansas many months ago. Everything was becoming more confusing as the days went on, and now they were wrapped in each other's arms. As Ezra's lips kissed and nibbled on Samantha Beckett's neck, she cared not about the confusion. As she turned, staring into his deep blue eyes, the need evident. Both in Ezra's eyes and lower down his body. Samantha's hand ran gently over the hard member, eyes focused on the black short as she rubbed....causing friction. The heat and hardness making her moist beyond belief.


Samantha sucked in a breath when she carefully tugged Ezra's shorts, freeing him from the confines of the shorts. Samantha swallowed anxiously. Soon Samantha's fingers were slowly running along the bare skin of Ezra Willowfoot's cock. Then came the palm of her hand, gripping him with enough pressure to increase stimulation. Gently tugging back and forth, feeling it grow with every jerk.
 
It sprang free, hanging heavy and potent, flinching as she touched him, his body tensing, his cock pulsing and twitching. He groaned, then pulled her in close for another kiss, his hands moving down to grip her hips, picking her up and sitting her on a counter, then beginning to run over her sides, hips and legs, pressing his erection against her thigh.

He gulped breaking the kiss, his eyes wild, then smiled his eyes running down over her body.
 
Hurry..." She whispered kissing right below his ear. Samantha scooted closer to the edge, slipping her white panty from her waist to ankles. Gently shaking it off onto the floor. She opened her legs, beckoning Ezra over. Ready to wrap her legs around him, to feel everything he had to offer
 
He moved between her legs, and into her, his hands moving over her hair and neck, drawing her into another, flexing within her, holding her tight and close.
 
Samantha gasped as she felt him enter her. Parting the folds of her womanhood, stretching her walls with his massive member, flexing within her. The first of Ezra thrust sent a pain shooting through. She knew exactly what had happened. Samantha understood that she was no longer a virgin. That Ezra Willowfoot took the flower of innocence from her on a counter in a dark room, in the an auditorium in New York.
 
Ezra had been offered sex. From women of every sort, age, and level of beauty. But Samantha was his first lover.

He drew her in close, rocking with her, steadying his legs. he deepened the kiss, unable to do more just now, the feeling of being inside of another human being making his brain explode with pleasure. And it was Samantha. His first was this perfect goddess he was in love with.

He broke the kiss to gaze into her eyes, his hands running through her hair and over her face. He could not move. he couldn't breath. He could only touch her, his erection throbbing within her seemingly trying to stretch her beyond her limits.
 
Samantha simply sat there on the countertop, unaware of the fact that it had been Ezra's first time as well. She concentrated on nothing but the feel of him inside, the way he rocked and stroked her body all at the same time. Running his hands through her hair, caressing her face. She knew right then and there, sitting naked with the penis of the boy who was supposed to be forbidden for her. Samantha knew there was no sense involved, she was acting on a simple feeling. An attraction she hid for so long. The fantasy of being with Ezra was now her reality. Did Samantha like him. Of course she did. She liked Ezra more than anything, but there were friends. That one word called friendship stopped her from straying further from like.


They were in the process of making love, everything Ezra did spoke of it. However, Samantha was not in love with him.

She could never be...

And in that moment, when her legs wrapped around the tall dark handsome boy. When her body began to rock with his, forcing him to move within her. Her hands holding onto his back, face nestled in his neck, sometimes resting on his broad shoulders. In that moment she swore to herself, that she would never fall in love with him. Never allow her emotions to cloud judgment. They were merely engaging in the physical pleasure their bodies provided, and in the future they could partake in many more....Without getting their hearts involved.


Samantha's breathing increased, a sheen of glistening sweat forming on her body. The sound of her small moans filling the room. Her pleasure heightening with every movement of their body.

Her hands tightened around him neck, lips pressing near his ear. "..Ezra..." She breathed in pleasure.
 
He pressed his lips into her neck, and moaned as he rocked with her, gasping as she wrapped about him, the pleasure so intense it was shortening the breath in his great chest. He sighed her name, "Samantha." somehow purring her name, as if the very sound added to the pleasure she gave him below.

He continued to caress and touch her, needing to feel her, to touch her, to know every part of her. he didn't yet know how she was denying the emotions within her, but he could feel how she pressed to his touch, and moved with him to increase the pleasure of the act.

It would later startle him but he remembered and knew very little about the sex itself. He remembered her eyes, so bright, her lips open and warm, her skin glistening with sweat so like, yet so different from his own. This perfect angel clasped about him, accepting him fully in the way only a woman truly could.
 
The moment Ezra Willowfoot said her name Samantha's body gave in. Within moments she began to writhe in his arms, the shackles of pleasure releasingw her from it grasp. Her body became still, the inner walls pulsating around him. Samantha reaching maximum pleasure as she orgasmed in the arms of Ezra Willowfoot. Her breath heavy, and ragged. As though she just ran marathon.

Her eyes focused on the sheen of sweat covering the expanse of his chest. Then moved on too his lips. Samantha leaned in rubbing her.lips on his, arms loosely around his neck. Slowly and carefully, she placed a kiss on her best friend. A kiss that expressed just how much she enjoyed what had just occurred
 
Unable to hold back when she froze and clamped tightest around him he pushed fully into her despite himself began to cum. Realizing this he whipped it free of her, spraying over the counter and her thigh. He looked up just as she kissed him. He kissed her back, running his hands over her neck shoulder and sides.

He studied her eyes for a long while then kissed her biceps. "You taste absolutely delicious."
 
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