Peer Review, Session Two, Recording Four

by Tritium

Samantha played a video game on her cell phone as she sat, and waited in a hotel room. The previous day, the interviewer and Sam decided to call it a night, and resume the interviews the next day. Sam had received an email with the time and location of the second interview. She was on time, the woman was late. She sat in the darkness, which would have been total darkness but for the light of her phone, wearing a bikini bottom and a black concert tee shirt bearing the logo of a metal band, Arch Enemy.

The woman was almost an hour late when she opened the door. She was not in the professional attire that she had worn the previous night, but instead she wore something more casual; tight blue jeans and a tee shirt emblazed with the name and likeness of the female pop-star du jour.

"You're late." Sam spoke without looking away from her phone. Her feet were slung over one arm of a large, comfortable looking chair while she leaned against its opposite.

"The traffic was abysmal." The woman shut the door, and then used her own cell phone as a flashlight to find another chair. She picked a third floor hotel room for the second session, as to not have any headlights shine into the windows. What she failed to realize was that a third floor hotel room with its lights off would get almost no ambient light. She stopped in a moment of thought. "The entire city is in gridlock, how did you get here on time?"

"I'm fourteen. I got here the same way I get anywhere, I walked." Her voice was cold. It was how any fourteen year old girl would react after being left in the dark, quite literally, for an hour, where the only entertainment of any value was watching the power meter on her cell phone slowly drain.

The woman discovered that Sam was barefoot when she tripped over her shoes, which Sam had left in the middle of the floor. She stumbled into a chair, and felt around for a table to set her purse and recorder on. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be. My girlfriend will think I spent this time talking to you, really opening up, and helping the study. I should get at least a rim-job for that." She kept the same cold, monotone voice.

The woman made a slight sound of astonishment. She didn't even know what a rim-job was at fourteen, and she isn't that much older than Sam. She had experimented with it with a girlfriend in her junior year of college, but even doing it in the shower and after giving each other cleansing enemas, she still couldn't get passed the idea of it. "I was surprised that you decided to have another interview today. It's Saturday. I figured you and your girlfriend would want to spend the today together, seeing as you lost Friday night to the interviews already."

"She has Shadowrun tonight. So I could either be bored at her house while she played a game I don't like with a bunch of people I don't know, or be bored here."

"What's a shadow-run?" The woman hoped that she was not so out of touch that she didn't know some hot new thing that kids only a decade younger than her were doing, but something told her that she needn't worry too much about that in this case.

"It's a game. Google it." Sam let a hint of frustration color her voice.

"Perhaps I will later. Are you ready to begin?"

"Ready as I will ever be." She scooted up in her seat, and sat almost correctly in the chair. Almost correctly, because she put her feet on the table, which came dangerously close to smashing the recorder; not that either knew. Sam put her phone in her purse.

The red light on the recorder came on. "Study titled 'Teenage Same-Sex Relationships and practices, A Peer Review Study ', Interview beginning, session two, May eighth, two-thousand-ten, nine-thirty-five PM. Subject alias is Jane Doe Two. Thank you, Jane, for agreeing to a second series of interviews."

"Whatever. It's cool. Do you have questions, or do you want to get right down to stories?"

"Last session, we started a little fast. My first question got us talking about your sex life. That isn't a problem, though it would be helpful to know more about you, or rather, your life outside of the bedroom."

"We are only using bedroom as a metaphor for sex right? Cause, I spend almost all my time in my bedroom, naked or not." To Sam, metaphor, simile, and euphemism were blunt objects, wielded by intellectuals like armies wielded nuclear weapons. She would later see the irony in thinking of them like that.

"Yes, Jane, it's a metaphorical bedroom." The woman rolled her eyes at the girl, though in total darkness, the girl couldn't possibly see. "Why do you spend most of your time in your physical, non-metaphorical bedroom?"

"Cause Mom is a total bitch. Don't get me wrong, I love her... kind of. I think, years ago, Nana cursed her and said something like 'I hope YOU have a daughter and she turns out JUST LIKE YOU!' Then I was born, and I am just like my mom."

"That would make you, by your own logic..." The woman's musings were interrupted by Sam.

"Yeah, a total bitch. We're the same damn person. Which is why I get along with her wife spectacularly, and she gets along with my girlfriend well." There is a little bit of an attitude in her tone. It isn't directed towards the woman, but towards the idea. There is also a hint of pride in her voice.

"How well does your mother get along with your girlfriend?"

"They haven't fucked, if that's what you're getting at; though that would make for an interesting show." Sam muses on that thought for a moment, before continuing. "No, they do that mother-daughter sappy girl talk stuff. She tried that with me when I first got my period, but I wasn't having any of it."

"How is your relationship with your stepmother?"

"It's... fine. We don't do much together anymore. Yes, that is a sexual reference. Outside of sex, we get along; we don't argue, we have a lot of overlapping interests, we listen to the same music, go to the same concerts, and when we get home, we don't see a lot of each other."

"Is that because you spend much of your time in your bedroom?"

"That, and she has her kids to raise. I have two younger sisters, and a younger brother. As much trouble and fun as I am, they have to keep those monsters in line sometimes." Sam shrugged verbally, if that is possible.

"You don't spend time with your siblings, either?"

"Not when they are in brat-mode, no. There are times that they can be sweet, and submissive, and fun, but that's not the norm. And, yes, I did just make another sexual reference."

"I think we have established that you have a sexual relationship with your entire immediate family. I have been filtering our conversations through that lens." The woman paused to clear her throat, and to put the conversation back on track. "What did you do today? Did you spend most of your time in seclusion?"

"Well, no. My girlfriend was over for most of the day, and we hung out in my bedroom. There was some sex, but not a lot. We talked, mostly, and goofed around on facebook."

The woman slouched a little in her chair. It would take a lot more thinking than the previous twenty-four hours had allowed her to get through an entire session with Sam without constantly bringing up sex. It wasn't that she didn't enjoy the sex stories this girl had been telling, but it was starting to feel a little one dimensional. "If a better segue could be planned, I could not have done it. Please talk about the sex you had with your girlfriend this morning, or afternoon."

"Mind if I have a smoke while I tell you?"

The woman nodded then remembered that it was totally dark, unlike the previous day. "By all means, you may." The woman waited until Sam was lighting the cigarette to light her own. "You're going to smell like smoke when you get home. Will that be anything new?"

"No, that's status quo for the past couple of years." She took a long drag from her cigarette. "How the hell did she end up naked this morning?" She thought out loud. "Oh yeah. OK, so right after I smuggled lunch into my bedroom, we were fucking around on instant messenger, getting on camera with some people from school. See, she's on the chess team or something and has a lot of nerdy friends. We were teasing some of them by showing some skin, but getting redressed before we bore all. It's cruel, but it will eventually pay off for them, if they play their cards right."

"You're planning on getting nude on camera for them?" The woman could not leave that last point unquestioned.

"I'm planning on blowing them, with my girlfriend's permission, of course. Anyways, after an hour of that, that last guy we were doing that with had their mom walk into the room, and he shut off his messenger pretty quickly. We were starting to get bored with that, so we didn't start it again with someone else, and we were still half naked. I didn't feel like finding my clothes again, so I stayed that way, and so did she. I made some stupid comment about something we were watching on YouTube, and she made a face at me, and lifted her bra, in the same spirit as the teasing we did earlier."

Sam coughed heavily a few times. "Why the fuck did I start smoking?" She takes a moment to catch her breath. "Where were we?"

"Your girlfriend was flashing you." The woman thought about making a nagging comment, but stopped when she remembered that in order to make such a comment, she would have to take a cigarette out of her mouth.

"Yeah. She lifted her bra up, and wasn't fast enough putting it back down. I leaned in and lightly bit one of her nipples. That was my way of being mean back to her, because she has a total nipple fetish. If someone touches her nipples, or if she touches someone else's nipples, she gets turned on. I mean panties drenched... well, slightly damp, turned on. I wasn't going to continue, but she made a pathetic pouty face that I can't say no to.

"When I agreed to finish her off, she stood up all giddy and almost sprinted to the bed, which is a feat since it's a small room. She kicked the blankets off the bed and lay on the sheets, wiggling out of her panties. She didn't shave that morning, so she had a tiny patch of stubble on her pussy. I climbed into the bed, and was kneeling between her feet. I told her 'If I get rug burn on my face, you will live to regret it.' She stuck her tongue out at me for that.

"I leaned down, perching my elbows behind her knees, and lowered my face to her crotch. I like to tease her so I started to lick on her inner thigh a little, while nuzzling her pussy. I kissed it a few times, then moved like I had done all I was going to do. When she whimpered, I licked her taint."

"Her taint?" The woman inquired.

"I don't know what it's called. That spot between her ass and pussy. That's what I licked."

"Please continue."

"She really likes that. She tells me that it makes her spine vibrate, but no matter how much I lick, rub, or press vibrators to that spot, I can't make her cum only touching that; she just gets more and more aroused. So naturally, I spent a lot of time licking and gently caressing that spot this afternoon, only letting a few stray licks touch her lips and clit. When I did, though, her entire body shook, and she had to fight hard not to moan loudly."

"How do you know she had to fight moaning?"

"She bit through my favorite pillow. She had a corner of it in her mouth to muffle the sound. She still isn't used to the fact that it's OK for Mom and, uh, my step mom to hear us having sex. After she spit out the cloth and down, she begged me to just let her cum. I moved my attention to her clit, and licked at it. I didn't get a chance to suck at it at all since she came pretty quickly after I started. She is a very dry girl. She barely gets wet, even when intensely aroused, and she most defiantly does not squirt when she comes. Hell, I have to really lube up toys I use with her. The same toys are slick enough for me to use when they, and I, are mostly dry."

"Is that unusual to you; the lack of ejaculation?"

"Well, Mom squirts. She was my first woman, and I guess I expect all girls to squirt because of it." Sam starts to cough again. "I need a break."

"OK." The woman simply responds, and she shuts off the recorder.