Stranded with Samantha Pt.1 - Sex Stories

Stranded with Samantha Pt.1

... you. I understand you felt like I was taking your sister away. I wasn't and I don't want it to be like that." "I'm sorry," she wept. "Will you let me hug you?" I asked her. She looked up at me with big sad eyes. "Yes, God I'm sorry, Trace. We just got off on the wrong foot." She hesitated a minute. "I know people think I'm cold and unfeeling. I'm really not. I have feelings; I'm just not very good at showing them. It scares me. I'm afraid if I care about people they'll go away like Ann or die like Dad did." She was shaking with sobs now and it broke my heart. I moved over beside her and pulled her close. She wept into my chest, her hands clutching my robe and she couldn't be consoled. I just held her and petted her. This was some deep seated grief. I am a psychiatrist, and I have some experience in these things. "Ann and I aren't going anywhere," I told her. "We'll always be there for you. Ann loves you more than anything. I think I could fall in love with you if you gave me a chance." "I will," she continued to shake in my arms. "I'll come over and visit you guys. I'll call you and invite you out. I'm not going to be very good at it at first. You'll have to be patient with me. Jesus it's cold in here. I'm freezing, Trace." I built the fire up, but it was still going to be cold. I pulled the sofa up in front of the fireplace and sat her on it. I went to the chest in my bedroom and got quilts and blankets out. When I took them into the living room she was shivering. I got her ...

... another cup of coffee and we snuggled together on the sofa under the covers, sipping our coffee. She gradually stopped shivering and looked up at me. Her eyes were red and puffy from crying and she looked like a miserable little girl. "I'm sorry I made you cry," I told her. I bent down and kissed her lips. She stiffened up for a moment then she relaxed and kissed me back. "It's ok," she said. "I'm glad we got it out in the open. "I've been miserable, Trace." She started to tear up again. "Now, stop that," I told her. "We're ok now. We're going to be ok. We've got it all out in the open and we can deal with it. I can help you, Sam. I know how to help you deal with grief and alienation. We're all going to love each other and be happy now." I kissed her again and this time she just kissed me back. "How long do you think we'll be here?" she asked. "I don't know," I told her. "Several days, I'd guess. Why, are you in a hurry to get away from me?" "No, but don't you want to go home?" "Why would I? I'm stuck in the snow with a hot babe that will finally talk to me. I'll stay a month." She blushed. "I'm sorry, Trace. I will talk to you." She looked up at me. "Do you really think I'm hot?" "Of course," I told her. "You look like a younger, bigger version of the woman I'm madly in love with." "Hey, was that a fat joke?" she laughed. I think it was the first time I ever heard her laugh. I wanted to make her do it again. "No," I chuckled. "It was a compliment. You're curvier than Ann. I ...